Grasp

So every Friday, my friend Lisa-Jo writes for 5 mintues unedited. And then she challenges her readers to do the same. Sometimes I take the challenge. Usually I don’t. Today — it’s on.

The word is GRASP.

I only hoped I could grasp the gist of what would happen. No idea how this morning’s first class would go. My husband had gone to the same level German class two nights ago and left wondering “What the heck just happened?!?”

We’d signed up for the same A2 level German class at different times. Because we want to learn German. Because we want to leave this land knowing how to communicate with the people here. Because we want to grasp all that it has to offer, this living here for one year adventure. And knowing the language seems to be a big component for that. It wasn’t until after he got home that night that we discovered his class was a “Konversation Sprechen” kind of class (forgive my way-off German grammar and spelling, I am only at the beginning of my learning curve). Mine, however, is the “Standard Kurs” for level A2. Therefore, when I walked into the building this morning, I had no idea how much I would understand. I had no idea how much, if anything, I would grasp.

But — here’s the awesome part of this story — I think I got it! Turns out the Standard Course is less, well, conversational. And, although it took all the concentration I could possibly muster for an entire 90 minutes, I was able to grasp at least some of what the teacher and the other students said.

I’d call that a good day.