Learning Curve
“Ja?” Giselle asks.
“Yes Djeesel.” I sneak a peek at my watch. It’s two minutes to six and I pray she’ll let me off the hook.
“What did you say?” She pins her sky blue eyes on me. The sky looks a bit icy today though.
“Sorry. Ghie-sel-le.” I stress every syllable of her name as I pronounce it slowly.
In my head, the imaginary bell to signal the end of another gruelling lesson rings. Only, I’m not in school. I’m in private tutoring hell. Every Friday afternoon I leave work early to spend the last three hours of the week learning German. You’d think it would be easy for someone English-speaking, what with the two languages belonging to the same linguistic group, but let me assure you it’s bloody hard. The main problem, I duly confess, is that when it comes to learning, I
