Every Sunday for the past couple months I have gone to a language exchange at the local Starbucks. I learn about rudimentary Korean, and my new friend Augustus, learns the cobbled together English grammar lessons I remember from elementary school. We trade pronunciation tips, odd explanatory drawings (see below), and sometimes stories from childhood.
I don’t know how much I’m helping him, but I’ve already learned quite a bit. I can order a coffee, I can ask someone if they speak english, and I can even ask and understand the price of an item. Impressive, right?
So I can say these things in theory- practice is a very different animal. Pronunciation is a challenge. My mouth will not conform to Hanguel’s rules, (Hanguel is the Korean language). It’s a process.
And there’s the alphabet itself. I still can’t read anything, which leaves me feeling pretty dumb most of the time:
As I explained to my coworker, I understand about 20% of anything that is happening at any given moment. It can be really exhausting sometimes. So I decided that Augustus had to start teaching me the alphabet.
It took over an hour to get through most of the consonants, about half the alphabet.
It’s a process.