The first day I came to the school about 15 minutes before my class was to start, as instructed. When I found a room marked “secretaría” I took a good bet it was the right place to start and got in a line. I didn’t know where to go or what to do so I hoped they would be able to inform me about that there.
They didn’t speak English. And I don’t speak Spanish. That’s basically why I am here... But this was a problem, cause they started rambling in full speed in Spanish and I had to politely try to stop them, ask them to please tell me in English what to do.
“Ju nju estudent?”
”Si.” Hah, I could answer them with one of the few Spanish words I know!
“Room faiv.” She even wrote the number 5 on a note just in case.
“Gracias!” With a smile that was not returned.
I went on to look for room 5, and found it and got in another line. When it was my turn I stepped into the office, closed the door and sat down on the chair opposite the desk with the very scary teacher-lady.
She looked at me with the same interest someone would look at the stinking garbage bag that should’ve been taken out two days ago.
”Hola” Trying my best smile again. Was not returned.
”Hola, de donde eres?”
Cool, I know what this means, where am I from! “De Noruega.”
”Porqué estas aquí?”
Cool again, I also know what this means, why am I here. Feel better already. “Para estudiar español”.
%&”¤(&”¤)&)”¤& <-- something totally not understandable, and I would not be able to reproduce it.
Looking like a big question mark, stammering… “Ehh…” and losing all my confidence yet again, “Could you please repeat that?”
In ENGLISH! I must be out of my mind, judging by the looks she gave me.
Note to self: Apparently one’s not to speak English at this school. Ever.
She scribbled a number onto a paper and shushed me out of her office, while shaking her head and mumbling words I would not know what mean, but I can only guess they were not nice ones.
Oh well. Back out in the hallway I looked at the paper with the number 12 on it. I guessed I would find a door with the same number somewhere, and I did!
The teacher came at the same time and I went in and took a seat, and my class started.
In other words, I was placed in my class based on three questions I didn’t know was an interview or level test or whatever I should call it. I would have tried harder had I known. I thought I was sent to this office simply to ask/find out about what to do next. And in a sort of way that was what happened, just in an unexpected way...