7. Klasse, mit der Frau Direktorin.
'Was wirst du an der Universität studieren?'
'Chemie.'
'Dann nimmst du lieber Latein.'
'Okay.'
Latein. Latin. A dead language.
For it to be grammatically so complex, so complicated, one can only understand why it is a dead language. Furthermore, during those days, it was spoken only by the upper class, the aristocrats.
90% of the pupils in your class took spanish. And of course, being Austrians, none of them told you that you should take spanish. None.
90% of the pupils in Latin class were girls. A very 'good' start. And there was only one boy from your class who took Latin. But it made no difference. He skipped classes most of the time. So, there you were, alone.
They started off with Latin in the 5th grade. Which means, you had to study the syllabus from the 5th and 6th class all by yourself. With the help of Prof. Robineau of course. You stayed back after class, to sit with her, one-to-one, to keep up with your Latin.
You couldn't even cope with German. And now you had Latin.
You couldn't even cope with German grammar. And now you had to study Latin grammar.
You couldn't even write a good 10-lines essay in German. And now you had to translate the Latin text into German.
Prof. Robineau didn't only have to correct your German-translated Latin text, she also had to correct your horrible German grammar and sentence structure. Your translated texts were all over red with arrows, crossed words, ticks, crosses, commas, etc.
She looked at you, as you looked at your papers.
'Es muss sehr schwierig für dich sein.'
You merely nodded.
'Was wirst du an der Universität studieren?'
'Chemie.'
'Dann nimmst du lieber Latein.'
'Okay.'
Latein. Latin. A dead language.
For it to be grammatically so complex, so complicated, one can only understand why it is a dead language. Furthermore, during those days, it was spoken only by the upper class, the aristocrats.
90% of the pupils in your class took spanish. And of course, being Austrians, none of them told you that you should take spanish. None.
90% of the pupils in Latin class were girls. A very 'good' start. And there was only one boy from your class who took Latin. But it made no difference. He skipped classes most of the time. So, there you were, alone.
They started off with Latin in the 5th grade. Which means, you had to study the syllabus from the 5th and 6th class all by yourself. With the help of Prof. Robineau of course. You stayed back after class, to sit with her, one-to-one, to keep up with your Latin.
You couldn't even cope with German. And now you had Latin.
You couldn't even cope with German grammar. And now you had to study Latin grammar.
You couldn't even write a good 10-lines essay in German. And now you had to translate the Latin text into German.
Prof. Robineau didn't only have to correct your German-translated Latin text, she also had to correct your horrible German grammar and sentence structure. Your translated texts were all over red with arrows, crossed words, ticks, crosses, commas, etc.
She looked at you, as you looked at your papers.
'Es muss sehr schwierig für dich sein.'
You merely nodded.
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