I am in culture shock. I am discouraged. I've been locked up in my house trying desperately to keep up with the amount of schoolwork that has been given to me. I had a test last Saturday. I studied a ton for it. I was prepared.
Monday rolls around and I get the results. 61. That’s right. 61. I was devastated. I am still stumbling backwards from that blow. I know, I know tests don't mean a thing. That's what I keep telling myself.
Then we have grammar. Let me tell you, I am much better at speaking than grammar. I was flippin' clueless. I just sat there looking like an idiot, fighting back tears and just praying for the bell to ring. I run home and look back on it and think, "oh, no biggie, its okay."
Well, tonight when my buddy and his wife came over. Guess what!?! I couldn't communicate. All those hours from the last three weeks didn't pay off. Nothing. I couldn't say anything. Unbelievable!
So how does this have anything to do with being pregnant?
B is pregnant, and I am learning that sometimes I have to pick my words very carefully, because what she hears carries alot of weight on how she feels sometimes. She tends to take things more personally. So hopefully this experience will make be a better husband to her.
Yeah, that how I've been. All these language/cultural blows I've taken I have taken them as attacks on me as a person. I am easily upset by comments made about my accent, or if I use present instead of past tense. The little things seem like slaps in the face.
So tonight I am looking back and laughing at myself. I am acting like a pregnant lady. Tomorrow I will be looking back and saying the same thing probably, but at least tonight I can look back and laugh and pray tomorrow is better. :)
If you are planning on learning a language, go for it. Just be ready to "be pregnant" emotionally.
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