German Lessons with Mrs. Cheese
February 26, 2018 | Marianne Grier
At the feisty age of sixteen, I was given an opportunity to study in Switzerland. My intention was to improve my French skills, but after committing, I found out that the only exchange spot was in Bern, the country’s German-speaking capital. My teenage determination told me I could learn the language quickly enough to complete my school year in German. How hard could another language be?
Before I left Canada, a dear German-speaking friend gave me basic language lessons and offered insight into Swiss culture. After teaching me my first words (der Apfel/the apple), he explained that while High German was a national language, people spoke in Swiss dialect except in formal situations. Had I understood just how different Swiss German was, I may have felt more trepidation about my upcoming adventure.
In Bern, I started an intensive German course with a robust woman whose name translated to “Mrs. Cheese.” Understanding German came quickly. I armed myself with familiar books (like Winnie-the-Pooh) and read painstakingly, looking up every second word in my battered yellow English-German dictionary. Speaking came slowly. I was perceived as withdrawn. Only near the end of my year did my friends realize that I had something to say.
Swiss German challenged me, and it was everywhere. I faced resentment when I asked people to speak German, as I was asking them to shift from a place of comfort to a language that many felt was imposed upon them.
My time abroad coincided with the implementation of the German orthography reform in Switzerland. The reform introduced spelling and capitalization changes and aimed to harmonize spelling across German-speaking countries. I overheard arguments about adjectives and compound verb capitalization. I eventually cobbled together a mix of dialect and pre- and post-reform German. Years later, when I learned the real German words for “wallet” and “bicycle,” I realized just how bizarre my early attempts were.
Wrestling with a foreign language fostered my admiration for peers who are learning English. German is difficult because of its noun cases, its impossibly long words, and its verb-at-the-end sentence structure.
Unlike English, there are explanations for everything. Monstrously long words break down into understandable pieces, like a deconstructed puzzle. When I look at English through the eyes of a non-native speaker, I realize how nonsensical it is.
My experience helped me value the editor’s craft. Not only do we need to feel confident enough in our language to express ourselves, but we have to trust our ability to understand the words of others and separate the chaff that prevents the author’s meaning from shining through.
As a naïve schoolgirl, I would have gladly turned over my Swiss lunch money in exchange for someone willing to give my thoughts clear expression. The ability to edit the words of others takes sensitivity and skill, and we should be honoured to be trusted with the words of those who can’t express their ideas as clearly as they wish.