No, it's not feeling like finally passing the test -- even when I get the lowest score -- is going to earn me a stadium full of cheers, just like in the Special Olympics;
No, it's not that my old classmates shun me. Sure, they're nice to my face and all, but they don't want to practice with me because they're in the third level now and I'm repeating second, like the slow kid with unwashed hair who lived in the house down the street with blacked out windows and who your mother told you not to make fun of but you did anyway.
(For those of you keeping track, this is my fourth month of Turkish classes. Yet I am in the second level. Classes are a month long. You do the math, 'cause you already know I can't do that very well either).
Herein lies the tragedy. My
retardation uh, disability keeps me that much farther away from learning the "mish" tense, which is taught in the third level. This Turkish verb tense allows the speaker to distance herself from what she is saying and to avoid taking responsibility for her words. It's also known as the gossip tense. Finally, something I can use is being taught in Turkish class and they tease me with it, dangling it just out of reach. I anticipate never using any other tense than the mish tense.
In the meantime, I'll just have to make do with my other favorite tense, the present continuous, which I call the "Inshallah" tense. It is used (logically) when talking about facts ("water boils at 100 degrees Celsius") and when one is using "Inshallah," which means "if god wills it" and in my experience means "probably not."
I use the present continuous to talk about my plans to advance to the third class.