I started at Danish School on Monday. It was unbelievably tough! I arrived as an enthusiastic new student with my newly sharpened pencil & note pad, eager to master my new country's tongue. I think I arrived in time for Lesson # 150. My first lesson started with a video of a middle aged man wearing 70's style black rimmed glasses sitting against a black backdrop. In the background a woman's voice was going, in Danish, "Blah blah blah?" & he was answering, "Blah de blah blah blah." And so it continued for about 5 minutes. There were no pictures in the background to give any indication as to what the man was talking about. I didn't have a clue! Then the teacher handed out a 7 page comprehension, all in Danish, for us to answer about the video.
Yesterday was better. We went on a field trip to a Manor & Agricultural Museum. I got to thrash, sieve & grind wheat by hand. I then baked bread using the wheat. Then I made butter in a churn. I was so proud of myself! I also got to comb & spin wool. I don't have any natural talent for this job.
There are 11 students in my class, each a different nationality ie. USA, Afganistan, Saudi Arabia, Kazakhstan, Ukraine, Russia, Iceland, Poland, Indonesia, Thailand & this South African. I was welcomed with big smiles & immediately made to feel welcome. Each in his/her own language trying to help the others who were all battling as much as I was. The comradeship & spirit of the class is amazing.
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