Geez. Nothing’s ever easy, is it?

On Tuesday evening, shortly after writing that blog, I received a call telling me that a spot in Japanese class had opened up for me. But I didn’t jump up and down and do cartwheels like I thought I would. Instead, it was a bittersweet moment. On the bright side, it meant that I have the chance to study a language that’s been on my Top 5 list for ages. But on the crappier side, it meant I can’t continue with Welsh.

Don’t get me wrong – I have to drop Turkish too, and I’m not happy about that either. But I really enjoyed Welsh class, way more than I expected to. I thought that Welsh would be a fun distraction – a course that I didn’t mind taking, but one which I would have no qualms about dropping if and when the time came.

But then the time came. And I had qualms.

I’m usually a heartless fiend when it comes to dropping courses. I click that drop button with all the emotion of a British Imperial Guard. But not this time. This time I hesitated. And then I clicked it. And then I felt sad.

And yesterday, I walked right past the building that I should have gone into for Welsh class. And again, I felt sad.

Today I was fine though. Yeah, it sucks that I can’t continue with a course which I was enjoying, but life goes on.

And then I received an email. This email:

Hi Michael,
 
I missed  you at class yesterday and am emailing in the hope that you are going to continue with your Welsh studies.  I was very impressed by you on Tuesday, especially by the excellent and pertinent questions that you asked.  It was obvious that you were really thinking about the language.
 
Hope to see you next week.
 
Hefina (Tiwtor Cymraeg)

And that one hit me right in the heart. First of all, what kind of professor actually cares if you drop their class? Not a U of T professor, that’s for sure. Second, how on earth am I supposed to reply to that? I can’t very well say “Sorry, I chose Japanese over Welsh”, because even though I technically did, it was an incredibly difficult decision. And I can’t say “It was an incredibly difficult decision”, because that’s such a generic thing to say, and never makes the person who didn’t get picked feel any better. So, I don’t know.

Theoretically I could still attend Welsh class on an “unofficial” basis, but this wouldn’t really be fair to her or to the other students, as I’d be the only one not obligated to do any of the homework assignments, etc. And while people might not be notice in a class of 150, in a class of 9 people would notice within two minutes.

But I suppose there’s no harm in asking, is there…?

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