I started my second German class today. After some busy weeks at work and a weekend in New York I lost my Deutsch momentum. I signed up at a well known school in an evening class so that my life wouldn't be miserable while I was pursuing something that I enjoyed. I needed to take a placement test at the school to prove I knew my stuff. Well, day after day went by and I didn't make it out of work in time for one reason or another. I beat myself up, stressed myself out, and finally decided that even though I had tested out of the first level and aced the second, I would just see where they put me for my first class.
Tonight I learned to count to ten. It made me very sad. It was no one's fault but my own that I did not make it to the school to take the exam and this was the consequence. During our break, I approached the teacher who agreed that I needed to leave the class. The administration said I could come tomorrow and take the test, yay! No matter what I will get myself to that school.
But then I was nervous, I talked a big hype to these people about how good I was at German. What if I do poorly on the test and then not only am I a dummy but I caused such a headache to this nice school? I decided to pick up some dinner and review my old notes tonight in preparation. After a full-on German conversation with my falafel man (he wants to move to Michigan) I gained some confidence and a tasty platter with extra hummus.
To be continued...
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