Iâ€™ve been in Israel for nearly three weeks now and still every time someone speaks to me in Hebrew Iâ€™m like a deer in headlights. I stare at them looking like a helpless child who might burst into tears at any moment. Only recently have I been able to at least blurt out â€œAnee lo madaber Ivreetâ€ â€“ I donâ€™t speak Hebrew. Then they either speak to me in English or we break out into an animated game of charades.
And so Iâ€™ve gotten by. But Iâ€™m itching to learn the language so I can interact with people at the shuq and find ingredients in the store.
On Sunday Beth and I started ulpan at the university. Although we missed the first class the instructor assured us we hadnâ€™t missed anything important. But then she had long conversations with other students in what sounded to our untrained ears like Hebrew. Only later did we realize they were all speaking Russian; most of our class, it turns out, are recent Russian immigrants.
She wrote the alef bet in script (which looks completely different from the print that you find on labels, street signs, and newspapers) on the board. And with that we were expected to know the script alef bet.
The class proceeded in this fashion. She taught us the vowels â€“ a series of dots and lines strategically placed around the letters to indicate what sounds they make â€“ but told us they were none of our business. And hereâ€™s where it gets fun: the vowels in Hebrew are like training wheels. They come off. In most printed Hebrew they donâ€™t include these helpful dots and dashes; youâ€™re just supposed to know.
After class I felt completely overwhelmed and confused. The other students seem far ahead of us, and I wasnâ€™t sure that I had learned a single thing in three hours.
And then something happened. Evan helped me study and made me sound out words and dialogues with him. Suddenly I was transported back to the first grade, sitting on the rug in my teacherâ€™s lap sounding out my first picture book; the night that I went home and read to my dad for his birthday.
Although I still probably couldnâ€™t read through a childrenâ€™s book in Hebrew the entire way home after studying I kept trying to read signs, just like I did when I first learned how to read. I have that same sense of childhood wonderment at being able to decipher the crazy hieroglyphics of a new language. I know it wonâ€™t last.
Donâ€™t get me wrong. I do not speak or read Hebrew. There was no magical osmosis. Even if I could read the words I wouldnâ€™t understand them because I have zero vocabulary. I just got the vaguest hint that it is possible, and for now thatâ€™s enough.