Wednesday in Ulpan, in the morning session, Dina writes some shiz on the board. It’s a paragraph making use of the the 2nd of 7 classifications of verbs in the past tense. “?מ’ כורה” shes asks (“Who reads?”)
I don’t know what happened, but my hand goes up. Now I am not one of the best students in our class, nor am I the worst. I’d say I’m above average. But I’m determined to learn this language to the best of my ability. There are a finite number of days in class, and I’m going to use them to the max. This wasn’t a suicide mission; I knew I could get through the paragraph. But it wouldn’t be smooth, perfect or effortless. Imagine a 5-year-old trying to read out loud after (s)he’s only been practicing a short time; I mean, I’m going slowly and sounding this shiz out and making some mistakes. Kinda embarassing.
My point is: if I am going to learn Hebrew, I am going to have to work for it. So, that’s what this was about. And I did great! Yeah, I sounded like a 5-year-old, but I got through it, and after I did, the class applauded for me.
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