Mein name ist Emery. Ich komme aus den Philippinen. Ich spreche English, Filipino, und ein bisschen Deutch.
Those were the first few words we've learned in our German class.
(I just have to blog this eventhough words fail me tonight)
After the first day, I whispered the words "what did I get myself into" under my breath.
It's difficult, but it's sort of like, a happy difficult.
Tomorrow is our third day. It always feels great to learn something new. And maybe weeks from now, with lots of dedication, I may be fluent in speaking a different language. The thought alone makes me happy. It is not a pretentious language; no need to worry about sounding perfect, nor having a perfect American twang and diction, English accents, and even French charcharchars. It's Deutch and it is a lovely language to learn.
I wish to write a looooong blog post or a letter in Deutch someday.
The reasons are still unclear as to why I decided to learn it, but maybe it will lead to something beautiful. Who knows.
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