After five and a half long years with virtually no German exposure I have set foot in a classroom filled with students who speak the mother-tongue much better than I. I should have been more nervous.
We had a short non-English introduction to the course from our teacher Frau Dr. Posthofen and then she told the person in the corner to stand and introduce himself. But this was no "Hallo, ich bin der Hans." No, he provided his place of origin, interests, major, minor, when he went to Germany last. And Frau Posthofen requested the same from everyone.
I was about seventh down the row, so I thought quickly of what I should say. I had it all planned out: it was witty and made me look charming. I stood up, cleared my throat, looked my Lehrerin straight in the eyes, and...stumbled over conjugation, word order, and couldn't think of anything to say (this is due to the problem me and Beetle face: no defining hobbies). I sat down uncomfortably.
It wasn't all so bad. I was actually surprised at how fluidly I absorbed everyone else's words. It seemed no different from hearing English. I knew going into it that it might be difficult the first few weeks, but I'm confident I'll get most of this back.