Learning Hindi is like being bipolar.

After a week of learning Hindi, I’m actually pretty damn impressed with myself. I can honestly say that with the Rosetta Stone program I got (NOT cheap), I have learned more Hindi in seven days than I did French in three years of middle school - sorry Mom and Dad. I can't take all of the credit though, the facilities are wonderful at the Haynes Language Lab learning annex located in the west wing of my apartment; I have included a pics to the right.

The problem is, the path - though short so far - has been rocky. One morning I thinking I’m ol’Mike Gandhi slinging Hindi vocab and sentences like it’s my job, but by later that day I come to a lesson that seems to throw a poo-colored monkey wrench into the whole thing. I guess that’s just how learning a language goes, and as the weeks go on I’ll get

better and better. However, I am painfully aware that once I get Hindi down cold, I’ll move to India and have to actually speak it, and that poo-wrench will go a-flying once again.