The last few weeks have been mentally taxing for me. Our regular teacher at Ulpan Gordon went to Barcelona for a week with her husband (yeah, kinda nice to be so close to those places, eh?) and we were left with a substitute. I had become accustomed to Esther, the teacher who was with us from the start. The new instructor “attacked” from a completely different angle. A little too hyper and disorganized for my taste. It left me feeling extremely stressed and lost.

When Esther came back this last Monday, I thought the stars would align themselves again. Unfortunately, nothing felt the same inside the classroom.

Gordon Port, Tel Aviv:  My Feet

Most of the people who originally started the course with me appear to have left for one reason or another. (Miss ya, Soph!) They’ve been replaced with people who have an infinitely higher grasp of the Hebrew language than I have. This fact combined with the substitute teacher telling Esther she was going too slow for us, the class feels like it’s in hyper-hyper overdrive. I feel like I’ve been left in the dust.

From day one, I’ve been very hard on myself with this course. I came in barely knowing that the language is written from right to left. I overcame this handicap last few months and am IMMENSELY thrilled that I can read and write Hebrew now. Unfortunately, my comprehension and conversational skills are ridiculously stifled. (Mostly due to an absurd apprehension I’ve developed from attempting to speak Hebrew with native speakers. I’m still trying to figure out how to overcome that mess.)

Sitting in class this last month, I’ve watched most of the class breeze through lessons, memorize verbs and nouns within a few moments, and have full conversations in Hebrew with the instructor. I thought to myself, “Am I really so stupid that these jackalobes can memorize and function with relative ease in Hebrew and I can’t?”. I’ve been stressing over the progress of other people and not just focusing on my personal abilities. It’s a very unproductive ideology to have.

What I’ve decided is that I can only take it one word at a time. I’m not learning for them, dammit.

I finally sat back and analyzed the situation and realized I was doomed to feel this way before it even started. A majority of my classmates had already taken Hebrew courses before and several had taken this exact course twice already. Not to mention, the three month course (4 days a week) is an accelerated version of the five month course (5 days a week). They say that you can enter the classroom without knowing any Hebrew and still succeed. But at what cost? At the cost of going mad and becoming a flaming ball of anxiety?

Not to mention, I haven’t been writing nearly as much as I want to write (both here and on other projects). I credit that from my stress. For shame.

I’ve become very attached to the language and have immeasurable joy climbing the ladder of understanding. Now that I have a basic understanding of how it functions, I’m going to turn it into a puzzle to assemble rather than a race. I’m excited to see how this change of focus may help me during the next month of study.

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