My un-Jewishness began to be a problem the first day of class. Everyone else already knew how to read Hebrew. They learned it in Saturday school. Not to worry, the professor gave us the weekend to learn the alphabet.
Now if all was fair, I would still have been on the bottom half of the class. I'm okay with that. It's just that I would have preferred not to be the absolute lowest in the class. That would have helped. Yes. Definitely.
Six years later, I now go to Passover with Jordan's family. They read, they sing, and they say things in unison all in Hebrew. I sit. I'm usually so nervous I can't even make myself read the English when my turn comes up. I'm a passer. I pass.
I have two choices:
a) Get used to feeling completely out of the loop every year.
b) Learn Hebrew.
I decided to learn Hebrew. In fact, I'm going to translate Harry Potter from Hebrew back into the language in which it was originally written. How's that for brains?
Just to show off, I can read the first three words. They are, and I quote, "Mr. and Mrs. Darsley."
2 comments:
That has to be one of the best ways to learn Hebrew ever.
YES!
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