German class went well today, so I was feeling confidant. I felt like I could learn any language I wanted to learn. I felt like I could even learn more than one language at once.
So, after class, I got excited when I noticed a Russian class on the cultural center’s calendar. I studied Russian for about 3 years each in high school and college, but that was a long time ago. I remember the basics, but I’ve forgotten enormous amounts of vocabulary and grammar. I’d love to refresh my Russian skills, and this class seemed like it might be a golden opportunity. I didn’t know if the class would be basic first-year stuff or advanced conversation and literature, but I decided to crash the class and see if I could pick up some useful conversation.
There were six students in the class: all girls about 13 years old. From what I could tell, they all have one German parent and one Russian parent, and the parents send them to this class to help them retain their family heritage.
So, these girls knew Russian better than I ever did at the height of my skills. I could barely read along with them, but I was just sounding out the words in my head; I had no idea what 75% of the words meant. All conversation in the classroom was in Russian, and it was happening too quickly for me to have a hope of keeping up. Also, the teacher treated them like the young students they were, not in a way that I would appreciate as an adult student.
I left after 35 minutes. I guess I’ll have to be content studying one foreign language at a time.