I think I can learn more from my new community if I learn Greek (or at least make a sincere effort). I still remember how, during my first month at the school where I teach, I decided to introduce myself in Greek at parent night. Although I only knew a little Greek (λίγο ελληνικά), I explained to them that I was eager to learn more. I stumbled over the words, looking down often at my notes and blushing furiously, but the parents applauded and cheered, “Μπράβο! Μπράβο! " ("Bravo! Bravo!"). One even gave me a thumbs-up, which caught me by surprise. I couldn't help but smile despite my embarrassment, and I still treasure that as one of my favorite memories here in Cyprus.
Looking back, I am so proud of myself for stepping outside of my comfort zone and trying my tongue at a bit of Greek, even though I had risked embarrassing myself in front of so many people older than myself. I know I'll always remember the warm enthusiasm of those parents even though the warm flush of my reddened cheeks has already faded. In fact, every time I feel nervous about putting my Greek skills to the test in a real-life situation, I remember that first small success, and it gives me just the courage I need to keep pushing myself. This week, when I managed to purchase my bus tickets to the airport entirely in Greek, I couldn’t help but beam with pride.
