Learning a new language is super fun! Makes you feel like a 6-year old once again!
The immense pride you feel when you are finally able to get a firm grasp on big words like “ausgezeichnet” (which means ‘excellent’ by the way) and “Reisebüroangestellte” (which means ‘Travel Agency Employee’)… and when you are finally able to crack the mystery regarding when to use “kommen” and when to use “komme”, or the difference between “busfahrer” and “busfahrerin” or “Sekretär” and “Sekretärin”… it is enough to give you a *high* stronger than the strongest of drinks can possibly give you!
And when your clumsy attempts at making *new* 5-word sentences (‘new’ meaning ‘which aren’t already there in your “kursbuch” or the handouts given to you in class’!) happen to be successful (Ok, *sort of successful*… because you mixed up ‘for’ and ‘from’, and used “aus” where you really wanted to use “für”!)… and when you remember to say “danke” (‘thank you’) to the teacher when she tells you that your introduction about yourself, in Deutsch, was just “wunderbar” (‘wonderful’)… all of it makes you feel like you are some kind of super-mortal! That you are simply the ‘coolest person alive on this planet’! That you are ‘the bessssssttttttt’! :D
So that you stand in front of the full-length mirror at home… look at your reflection with shameless pride… and blow a loud “muuuuuaaaaahhhhh” towards you… with the silliest possible grin plastered on your face that seems to have become stuck there for like eternity now! :D
Even the euphoria of being in love doesn’t come anywhere close to this feeling! He he he! I’m still displaying my silly grin unashamedly! :D