After a year and a half of studying Korean, I’m finally starting to feel I’ve actually learned something. I love our tiny group of five students and our teacher, who never gets tired of explaining the same things over and over again for the umpteenth time. There’s even this strange affection for dorky textbook characters who do nothing but go hiking and write letters home.
Of course, there’s still a million things I’ve never heard of, but I know the basics and I could probably make myself understood, should I ever go to Korea. The thing is, now I just have to learn a whole lot more.
