Remember my terrible, horrible, no good very bad Urdu skills? (If you need a memory refresher, a sampling of my Urdu skills can be found here here and here.) Well, that's all about to change folks! I am officially enrolled in a formal Urdu class - it starts next week!
The inspiration for this was actually another gori wife. A college friend of M's married an American girl a few years ago and they were visiting our house. She mentioned that she'd found a formal Urdu class where they lived and I thought "Wha?! If there's an Urdu class THERE, I should certainly be able to find one HERE!" So I renewed my old google searches and though it took a while, I did find a local class. I yelped it, then I emailed the Big Bad Blonde Bahu to make sure her bad experiences with Hindi class weren't from the same place (they weren't.) Then I finally buckled down and sold me old law school textbooks online so I could justify the fee. THEN, FINALLY - I was enrolled! Only 8.5 years after meeting a Pakistani boy and 7+ years of marriage, and I finally might crack this thing.
Wish me luck. I'm alternating between being nervous that I'll never be able to master it and self-assured that I'll walk into the room with a pretty big head start what with the 7-8 years of Urdu vocabulary I've somehow built up by osmosis in my head. After all, I doubt many people in the class will already know how to say "We will become three bad blenders" in Urdu on Day One. Right?