Life as a Hunton-Old Blog

I'm not afraid of my feelings, but I recognize my hesitancy to be vulnerable. Ultimately, I fear not being able to control what happens. This reality was painstakingly clear today as we headed into the city. Michael was going to studio, and I was going to my first day of German class. Instead of being able to tell Michael I needed him to accompany for moral support, I asked if he wanted to see where the Deutsch Akademie was located. After a little protesting, he agreed to come with me. Michael is wonderful because he understands me even when I can't express what I'm thinking. I don't give him enough credit for that.

Why was I nervous? Oh, maybe because there was no guarantee that any other students would speak English, and the class is taught entirely in German! Luckily, 6 of the 7 students know English; although, the nonverbal communication of confusion is universal and quite humorous. It will be interesting to see what results from taking this course because I'm hopeful to know more than just basic conversation, but we'll see.

I have a new appreciation for people at home who don't speak English. It's intimidating. Sometimes I feel like I draw unwanted attention to myself, but, in reality, people couldn't care less about figuring me out. I must overcome my fear of being embarrassed and embrace this experience for what it is worth. However, I promise to share the embarrassing stories so that everyone else can enjoy a good laugh at my expense!