Telling jokes in German

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There are many times during the day that I think, “I should blog about that,” but I never get to the point of actually sitting myself down in front of my computer and blogging. I have oodles of photos to post, but I’ve not transferred them from the camera to my computer, so you’ll have to be patient.

But let me just share one bit of news – last week, on Thursday, I did my German level A1 exam. I’ve been preparing for months – studying daily, trying to get all those funny German words to stick in my head; attempting to use the funny words that stuck, to form funny sentences. And Thursday was D-day. I arrived at the venue armed with 2 pens (1 to use, 1 as a back-up in case the other decided not to work); my passport (so that I could prove that I am indeed who I say I am); and a whole bunch of nerves (I’m not sure what their purpose was).

Equipped with the knowledge that part of the exam requires you to listen to certain audio clips, I made sure I got a seat right in the front of the room. I tried to be as nonchalant as possible – leaning back in my chair, twirling my pen between my fingers – I’m sure that if I had chewing gum, I’d have been chewing it with that “I’m chewing this gum” attitude. But it was all just a front, because inside my chest my heart was racing, my mouth had gone dry and my hands felt a little clammy. Fast forward by about an hour – and I was sitting in a Café across from the venue – confident that I’d done pretty well in the first part of the test. My gift to myself:

Latte Macchiato

After finishing this delicious Latte, I realised I still had 2 hours to wait before the next phase of the test – the oral. I wasn’t really nervous at this stage, but whilst waiting outside the test room, some people started chatting about how their partners had tried to do the A1 exam over and over and over again – without any success – missing the pass rate by one or two marks. And that’s when my nerves returned – perhaps they’d been chilling at the café sipping on lattes up until this point? I suddenly thought (whilst playing Solitaire on my cellphone – because that’s all I could do for 2 hours): What if I fail!? A fail would mean: (a) I failed!, (b) I have to do the darn test again, (c) that’s going to be another €90….

And whilst thinking all of this, some candidates left the test room, having just done their orals, and they did not look happy, at all 😦  This just made the lump in my throat ten times bigger. But I decided to swallow the lump and I got me some confidence from somewhere and marched into the room, armed with a huge smile. I took my seat, laughed at something the teacher said, and realised I’d be ok 🙂

And…I was ok. I even added some humour to my oral – slipping in a little joke. I could see the score cards of both the assessors, and I was earning maximum marks for each thing I was saying – within 15 minutes, it was all over, and the smile on my face had broadened; I had a slight spring in my step; and the urge to giggle was very strong.

I haven’t received my official results yet – and this could very possibly be a case of thinking I did well, when in fact I didn’t – but I’m sure that in a few days time, I’ll be able to take a photo of my certificate and post it here for you all to see! 😛

Yip, just you wait and see…..!

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