The subtitles didn't help. My written Russian wasn't any better than my spoken Russian. And I wasn't terrible, but the words were flashing across the screen with a speed I couldn't match.Russia sort of sucked, so far.
That seemed to be the way of things. My dad got leave to do some research and I wound up being dragged to some sucky corner of the world for a year. But at least last time I'd only had to go to Canada. They spoke English in Canada.
When someone says to you, "You have six months to learn Russian," you're sort of beat. Especially if the reason you have to learn Russian is that you're moving to Moscow. And you still have to go to school during those six months. And you can't find anything except Rosetta Stone to teach you Russian.
Not that Rosetta Stone isn't awesome. I was completely psyched that my dad bought me a full version. And I had a blast--in the beginning. Then it got a little old. And besides, Rosetta Stone only goes so far.
I used to be smart. I used to read fine literature and watch C-Span and complete the New York Times crossword puzzle every day.
And now I'm to the point where I can't even understand an episode of SpongeBob Squarepants.
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