No Comprende

First intensive Danish lesson tonight. Four hours in a classroom, twice a week. Twelve hours of homework a week. Exams. I'm looking forward to this like having dinner with Mike Tyson on a coke binge. I'd just stopped having that nightmare where I haven't done my homework, or studied for the exam, or remembered where the exam hall is, or taken any notes all year.

So, why do it, right?

I'm getting sick and tired of not knowing what the fuck people are saying around me. And yes, I'm quite aware that there will be a time, should I learn the language, that I'll crave not having a clue what these bastards are mumbling on about. I might need to get in a time machine to the time before I spoke this marble-mouthed tongue.