Folkuniversitetet. It’s a tough word to spell – try saying it. I can’t seem to get it right. Like seemingly most Swedish words, the pronunciation is a killer. But for the last month, I’ve spent 2 1/2 hours a day, 5 days a week there, on the 3rd floor of this beautiful building. It’s located on Kungstensgatan in central Stockholm, just across from Observatorielunden. And as of last Friday, after 60 hours spent in the classroom, I have graduated from my first Swedish A1 course.
If you don’t take into account the fact that my teacher was present less than half the time, making every day a guessing game of who would actually show up (there were 3 in total, each one having a completely different method of running a class), then I would say it was a great experience. I have never appreciated to such an extent just how important teaching methods can be.
Regardless, I learned so much and have built a great foundation for my future Swedish courses, which will start in January. For the time being, however, I plan on teaching myself the 2nd half of my textbook (A2) aaaaaand…
speaking only Swedish with Nik.
We started this little endeavor on Monday. And today is Thursday. In the last 3 nights, we’ve probably spoken an average of 70% Swedish. Not bad for a first week, eh? However, my vocabulary is still so limited and after a long day at work (that is, Nik’s long day at work, not mine – yet), it’s difficult to use so much energy in trying to convey the simplest information, like how was your day at work? The answer could take anywhere from 1-20 minutes. So, we’ve amended this undertaking and have decided to speak på svenska until 9pm, then switch to English. For now at least.
I’m still waiting to have a dream in Swedish, which I think is the true marking of really learning a language, but that could be some time from now. Until then, I’ll be working hard to eliminate the recognition of being a foreigner the second I open my mouth. And will carry around mini vocab flashcards in my pocket wherever I go.