I can learn another language. Riiiiiight.

Today is Thursday, Thursday night. Four days of language school behind me. Here is what I wrote Monday. Still a frustrating experience but I'm getting over it. the joke around the school is that I'm going through an identity crisis, not knowing which language to speak in. Words in both languages escape me. And my comprehension of spoken Spanish is through the roof. I just can't speak. I'm sitting in a room soundproofed to prevent sound from escaping but everything else comes in crystal clear.

Monday, the first day of language school and feeling pretty frustrated. Took an 87 question test to assess my ability. While the teacher looked on I sort of whipped my way through the questions, like I knew the language.

Which I don't, well, not really, well, sort of, kind of. Here is a common conversation with Alcira, my teacher:

Me: I don't know how to conjugate in past imperfect. I'll guess this one.

Alcira: You say you don't know the verb or even how to conjugate it but you know the right answer!

Me: Yeah, I don't know what I know or don't know.

So, right, how does my being able to answer a question on a test help me speak the language. I answered the questions mostly correctly. Many of the words, conjugated verbs in particular looked very familiar. Reading them and speaking them, remembering them to be able to speak them, is a whole different story.

I'm like a child all over again.
"I want"
"I need"
"I see"
"I know"
"I have"

And who needs those pesky pronouns anyway!!