A2.2

That is the level of German I tested into. It basically means that I'm in the class with the most learned of the lowest proficiency speakers. Nothing too surprising there.

It's also not surprising that the class is every bit as painful as I expected it to be. It reinforces the fact that I might very well never learn this language. I'm either too old or too dumb or too lazy or a combination of the three. I'm certain that I couldn't determine a dativ sentence from an akkusativ one to save my skin. What is ironic is that in spite of all this, I find myself getting really frustrated with the other students whose German diction is imperfect or who forget time and time again to put the verb at the end of sentences.

--Ahh, it's "ich," not "ish." It's "ich habe das vergessen" not "ich habe vergessen das."--

Yes, that's me, the pot, yelling at the kettle: "Ah, du bist schwarz!"

The only thing that annoys me more than "ish" lady is the woman in class whose diction AND grammer AND deklinations are always perfect. She giggles at people when they mispronouce words, constructs really complicated sentences fabricated with the help of her handy pocket translator, and worst of all, has the nerve to try to beat the teacher to correcting wayward students. I seeth in both red hot rage and firey jealousy. Because it's me who wants to be the lofty one who's too cool for school, who wants to think they were misdirected to a more remedial class than they should have been placed.

But I'm not. This is definately the class in which I belong. So I sit and listen and try to learn something. With a joyful attitude! Smile. I tell myself that I can do anything for a month. In fact, I might just find that my German improves once this torture, I mean, class is over.

Now, if only I hadn't left my notebook in the ladies bathroom before leaving class this afternoon .....