Danish Class: First Impressions

Yesterday evening, I attended my first Danish class.  After I wrote my post yesterday, I spent most of the day waiting for the nerves to kick in.  Oddly enough, they never did.  I caught my buses, and got there early.  The only time I felt anxious was the five or ten minutes before our classroom opened up, when I was standing around in the hallway, unsure of what the pre-class protocol is.

Now, when I was really little, I was obsessed with playing school.  We had an assortment of textbooks in our house, ranging from a health book written in 1952 to a couple of algebra books.  I remember pretending I had mountains of homework before I even started kindergarten: practicing copying the letters out of my thick Winnie-the-Pooh book (because any book over an inch thick was also considered a textbook).  When I started first grade, I was excited.  I was finally out of kindergarten.  I’d be getting a desk to put my school supplies in, instead of sitting at a table, and I figured I would be getting homework.  And I did.  The first time I got homework, I couldn’t wait to get started on it.  I had my after-school snack and then sat down at the table with my older siblings and a sharpened pencil.  The homework took me less than five minutes to finish.  I felt let-down.  My sisters were just getting started on their reading, writing, math, etc. and I was already done.  I felt jipped.

I felt the same way yesterday on my way home.  I’m really excited to be in Danish class, but I was a bit disappointed at how easy the class is.  I was nervous about being behind, but I didn’t even think about the fact that the class might be too easy.  I really like my teacher, and the practice in speaking is really great, but it’s not any more helpful than speaking with Andreas and his family is.  I’m hoping maybe it will get more challenging as the class progresses, but in the meantime, it takes a lot to not be bored.

I also had forgotten how it felt to be in a class that was a little too easy for me.  I feel like I’m suffering from Hermione Granger syndrome.  I try to choose carefully which questions I answer, and I always wait around for other people to chime in first, but I already felt like I was a know-it-all (although I don’t think I come off that way.)

Nevertheless, it’s nice to get out of the house and meet a few people, and maybe after this module, it’ll get a little more advanced.

Danish Classes!

So today is a big day for me!  I’m starting Danish classes tonight!

I wanted to get into a daytime class, but the one at my level was full, so I have to leave soon after Andreas gets home from work, and don’t come back until after 10.  After I get used to it, it probably won’t be a big deal, but especially today, I wish I could just “get it over with.”  Fortunately my anxiety is surprisingly less than I expected, so I’m hoping it holds out through the day, and I’ll try to start my next knitting project to distract myself further.

I, of course, have the standard anxieties about being in the wrong level, not knowing as much as the other students, and sounding ridiculous when I speak Danish, but luckily, I’ve had lots of practice with that last one!  I also expected to feel really anxious about meeting new people, and the prospect of probably having to work and speak in groups (my least favorite thing about any type of class ever) but I am surprisingly calm.  Maybe because I’ve been feeling sick, and I’m more anxious about feeling like I’m going to throw up in the middle of class than I am about talking to people, but also possibly because I’m really ready.  I got used to having a certain amount of social contact in Sweden.  We knew our neighbors and would say hello and chat when we ran into them.  I had my weekly knitting group to go to (which I miss desperately) and I would occasionally see these people around town.  There’s something really comforting about running into people you know “around town.”   Something that makes you feel like you belong.

Since moving to Copenhagen, I’ve met just about no one.  Lately, it’s started to take a toll on me, and I’ve been feeling really lonely.  Usually, I treasure alone time (and I still do) but I think I may have “filled my tank” and maybe I’m actually ready to meet and speak to people who aren’t Andreas or…..Andreas.

Wish me luck!