I could survive in German. I could not have a conversation in it. Three years in the country and I still froze, because I would start talking before I had worked out what I was going to say, and then the words came out in the wrong order and I would hear myself and give up halfway.
The school I went to here made it worse. Five days a week, a new topic every single day, and nobody stopped to check whether we had understood the last one. If you asked, the teacher told you it was covered at the previous level and you should research it yourself. She spoke properly only to the students from her own country. I sat in that room for months feeling invisible.
What made me finally reach out was a video where she said she could teach you three thousand words in under a minute. My husband was not convinced. He thought I was about to be scammed by somebody claiming to be German. He sat right beside me for our first lesson, listening. Two minutes in he was satisfied. You could hear it in her pronunciation, he said, she was raised there. After that he was happy to leave the room and let me learn.
Two weeks later my daughter understood what I was saying. The taxi driver understood what I was saying. My husband understood what I was saying. She fixed more than my pronunciation. She taught me to slow down.