These are my notes:
08.15 I'm at the wrong house #10, there is one at each end of the street, some 5km apart. Good of them to mention this. Especially Impuls doesn't appear to be the real #10...
08.20 Arrive late on first morning.
08.25 Uncle Bulgaria (Womble moonlighting as teacher) introduces Der/Die/Das....
08.30 I lose will to live
08.35 Have to move chair as fumes from neighbour too strong, clearly had vodka on his cornflakes this morning...
09.00 Breaktime (already!) we knock off for 15 mins each hour??
10.30 Class has mastered "My name is... I come from" after just 10 hours of study! So we introduce ourselves...
10.31 Serbian and Croatian have to be separated.
10.45 Another break!
11.00 Learn word for "widowed"
11.15 Case study buying rabbit food in supermarket
11.16 Lose will to live all over again
11.20 Learn word for "stuffed rabbit"
11.30 Start 30 min end of week (of which I missed 8 of the 12 hrs) test.
11.32 Finish test. Walk out secure in the knowledge I can now describe a toy rabbit that recently lost her husband.
It's going to be a LONG 8 weeks... even the language teacher apologised to me and asked what I'd done to deserve this kind of punishment. The course is aiming to take people to the A2 standard if they do very well, I got my A2 and nearly B1 2 years back, so even by the end of the course, the expected level is still significantly below what I currently speak.
How on earth I'll survive all day next Wednesday I don't know.
The group are very pleasant, but given no-one shares a language (we are 1 Serb/1 Croat/1 Slovak/1 Italian/1 Spaniard/ 1 Eritrean, myself and a couple of Portuguese), the breaktime chat is limited to me naming Premiership football sides and one or other of the lads jumping up and down.
Seems wrong that the place on the course is being wasted when people like the OP would be happy to have the opportunity and I'm simply sat there working out how bigger spark I'd need to make before the bloke sat next to me would burst into flames! ;-)