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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Upper Intermediate Dutch User

On February 26th and 27th, a month shy of my 1.5-year anniversary of living in the Netherlands, I snuffled and sniffed my sick way through the four sections of the Staatsexamen NT2-II.  Then I distracted myself for the four weeks that my results were pending.



A number of questions I would like to address:

1. What, exactly, is the NT2-II?  Why did I take it?

NT2 stands for Nederlands als 2e taal, or Dutch as 2nd Language.  The exam judges how good or bad a non-Dutchie is at Writing, Speaking, Listening, and Reading in Dutch.  There are two options for taking the test: Program I or II.  I chose to take the more advanced test because I want to work at a level that reflects my university and graduate education, and passing the Program I test would only allow me to work at the level of someone with an MBO education, which roughly corresponds to a U.S. community college or technical college degree.  There's talk of introducing an NT2 III test option, but that level doesn't yet exist.

Someone who passes the NT2-II, in theory, can Write, Speak, Listen, and Read Dutch at the B2 level or higher.  A B2 command of a foreign language translates into someone being a “Vantage or Upper Intermediate User” of that language, by the European language framework.  A person with a B2 level of Dutch proficiency should be able to*:
  • Understand main ideas of complex text on both concrete and abstract topics, including discussions in my field of specialization. 
  • Interact with a degree of fluency and spontaneity that makes regular interaction with native speakers quite possible without strain for either party. 
  • Produce clear, detailed text on a wide range of subjects and explain a viewpoint on a topical issue giving the advantages and disadvantages of various options.
*  Consider this an average proficiency level.  There are many factors and specific situations that can negatively affect your Dutch proficiency, and these cause the embarrassing moments where you operate at an A1 level of Dutch and feel like a three-year-old.  Apparently, these situations are forgiven if, for two days in a row, you are capable of "faking it" long enough to take the NT2.  Factors that regularly inhibit B2 proficiency may include jet lag, sickness, fatigue, too little caffeine, going on vacation in a non-Dutch country for a week or longer, too much caffeine, introvertedness, having recently finished a taxing aerobic activity, too much beer, talking to an attractive or otherwise intimidating person, noisy places that make it difficult to follow the conversation, spacing out during long meetings, too little beer, and pretty much anything that might affect your ability to function in your own language. 



2.  How hard was the test?

That depends on what you consider "hard".  Taking a computer-based standardized test is something that plenty of people have trouble with.  I'm pretty familiar with them.  By now I know to monitor my time, answer all the questions, prepare with practice tests, and other tricks of the computer-based test trade.  I've taken a few standardized exams over the past five years, and have tutored people for English's version of the NT2.  Tests don't really bother me.

In terms of it being in Dutch, now, that was certainly trickier.  A couple of weeks earlier, I'd panicked and hired someone to help me do some vocabulary-and-grammar cramming.  I'm quick on the draw with a dictionary, of which we were allowed to use up to three during the Reading and Writing sections (Thank God).  Reading and Listening were multiple-choice exams, and I felt confident about passing them.  I was most concerned about what I call the "output" sections, Writing and Speaking, in which I had to construct my answers from scratch.



The best way for you to judge the difficulty level of the test is to go take a look/listen at a practice exam or two.  Non-Dutch speakers, it's the links found under "voorbeeldexamens", and to you, for obvious reasons, it will probably seem rather difficult.

I'd really like for some Dutch speakers and veteran expats to peek at some practice exams

“A guy at my school passed that test, and he can barely speak Dutch.  If he can pass it, you definitely can” is something I heard more than once from Dutch pals with good intentions of trying to motivate me.  Another was, "They probably don't grade too hard on the Speaking".  I appreciated their attempts, but their reassurance sounded glib.  I suspected they had never looked at an NT2 test themselves.  I wanted the speakers to acknowledge that the test was challenging, rather than belittling its difficulty.

For immediate gratification, though, here are a couple of more difficult examples from one practice exam.  First is a long writing exercise:

Here is an example of a Speaking exercise:
And here is one of my favorite short speaking exercises, which allowed 30 seconds to read the text, listen to a voice read the text, and look at the sequence of drawings.  In the next 30 seconds, you explained aloud to the computer what is going on in the pictures.

Nothing is more distressing than staring at these sketches and realizing that you don't know a key word like "shrug".  Despite my year of going through similar exercises In Real Life with physical therapy clients, I was totally baffled by the middle drawing.  Where, exactly, are those elbows going?




Surprise!  I passed.  Hardly with flying colors, but "good enough for the government".

  

I like to be a rarity, so I tried to find out how many people pass the exam and receive an NT2 "diploma" on the first try.  The College voor Examens 2013 annual report gave some clues, but I couldn't find any data on who passes and who doesn't, i.e. demographic data. 

There are a couple of roads to an NT2 diploma:
A) You can take all of the four sections over two consecutive days, and, if you pass them all, receive your diploma straightaway.  Or... 
B) Take the sections at your own pace, one-at-a-time over several days of your choosing, until you pass all of them.  Once you pass one section, you get a certificate for passing that section (Writing, for instance).  After passing all four sections, you can exchange your four certificates for an NT2 diploma.  There's no penalty for re-taking a section, but you do have to pay again each time, 40 per section.
The CvE annual report taught me that in 2013 there were 6,661 people who took the NT2-II and 10,118 who took the NT2-I.  Of those 16,779 total test-takers, 3,827 of them passed on the first attempt at all four tests and received their NT2 diploma directly.  The report didn't distinguish between people who passed the NT2-I versus the NT2-II, but it doesn't matter too much.  Even if all 3,827 were NT2-II test-takers (which we can assume they are not), that's still a maximum first-pass rate of 57%.

If we assume that, since 39.7% of the testers represented NT2-II testers, 39.7% of the diploma-winners were also NT2-II testers (again, not known information), that would suggest a mere 9% of people who took the NT2-II in 2013 successfully passed all four sections and gained a diploma on the first attempt.

Which makes me feel pretty cool.




It also makes me think about how many people will be returning to those stark grey cubicles, and how many times, on average, and over how many months (years?) it takes the majority of them to get that pesky NT2 certificate.

The total number of NT2 diplomas awarded in 2013 was 6,503.  The rest of the 10,000+ people who took the tests will have to take at least one of the four sections again... at least one time.  




What prevents people from achieving B2 proficiency?  How many masters-prepared healthcare professionals are there hanging out in the Netherlands and not yet working at the level of their education because they haven't gained that NT2 diploma?

When I walked into the exam center in February, I handed over a questionnaire I'd filled out, which asked questions about the length of time I'd spent living in the Netherlands, if I'd followed an NT2 study course, if my partner was Dutch, my household income level, and more.  I dearly wish I could see the data from those questionnaires for previous years.  However, as I haven't found that information free and online yet, I'll start by surmising, based on my personal experience, where the "Dutch is hard" myth comes from.  As part of that, I'll look at the enabling factors that made/makes it comparatively easy for me to learn the language.

On this, I've got pages and pages, most of which nobody will want to read.  I've been waiting until I'm qualified (read: passed the NT2) to write about it here.  I think that there are certain reproducible things that I experienced that made it possible for me to pass this, and I think that it's important to share them.

But for now, I've got some teammates to aanmoedigen.  

On a much nicer track... sorry, Colfax.



Monday, January 13, 2014

An Ode to Oost

We've moved!  No, not to Switzerland.  We've gone West, Young Man, to the bustling yuppie-and-tourist-filled neighborhood of De Pijp, Amsterdam.

But before I share the new sights and sounds and flavors of our new 'hood, I want to share what I will miss about our old neighborhood, where we lived happily for one year on a quiet, out-of-the-way wharf just east of the Amsterdam city center.

Such as
Flevopark:


The Artis:


The free view of the Artis fauna from the Entrepotdok:


The ghostly loom of the Scheepvaartmuseum at nighttime:


The cool, intriguing, corrugated-steel-sided building that I didn't realize was a climbing gym until the week before we moved, despite its GIANT CAPITAL LETTERS reading "Climb Wall":


The train tracks that we couldn't hear from our apartment, but whose bright blur always reminded you of traveling.  Also cool/frustrating to be on the inbound train from somewhere and pass your apartment building.


Oosterkerk's cupola against the always-immaculate Dutch sky:


 This lazy, greasy-furred, attention-grubbing watchdog:


"The Whale":


Other modern buildings:


The various odd footbridges of Java eiland:




The mirrored buildings on Java eiland:


Restaurant de Groenland, where we only ate once, but spied on with daily constancy:


Mocking the signage on the apartment building's bulletin board:

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Answer:  No, Small-Neighbor-Child-Whose-Parent-Obviously-Lettered-This-Sign, we're keeping ALL the Keuken Mini's for ourselves.  And turtles are not part of the Keuken Mini collection.  

Living across from the once-shipyard of the East India Company:


Being able to see various renditions of this view every.  Single. Day.






 Ahhhh.  It was a great year, in a great part of town.  On to more of the same, showcased differently.  The city has yet to disappoint.


Moving!  Must.  Burn.  ALL THE CANDLES.
 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Visitors Galore

 We've just capped a 6-day visitor carousel!  The house is disturbingly quiet.  I spent this afternoon taking a massive nap, eating leftover mango sorbet, the work of one of our guests, and working off the sugar rush by dancing crazily to Lady Gaga.  I will spend my sleepless hours tonight answering emails of interest from sprinters and their managers.  But first, a quick recap of the past five days, which included two sets of highly enjoyable houseguests:

Last Wednesday at 11pm, the girlfriend of one of our "regular" (he's stayed twice!) houseguests arrived from the train station with her cousin.  They ended up being kindred spirits: fun-loving, polite, and hilarious.

New friends!  Katelyn and Nora.

Highlights of their stay included, but were not limited to:

  • The most spectacular food truck fair I've ever attended
  • Taking the above photo while walking near the Weteringplantsoen
  • Talking books and libraries with Nora
  • Running about 12k with Katelyn at the Phanos monthly "Free Friday Night Run"
  • Visiting this awesome cat museum

The food fair included open roasting pits, a literal mustache ride, and the best gazpacho I've ever had outside of Spain.

You might recall our old Utrechtsestraat neighbor, Mustache Bar.

Many children queued up to ride the mustache.  This was the second mustache-themed truck featured.
Spitted, roasting pork.  Yum.

Every few minutes, this sweaty-looking man would employ a garden hose to cool off the huge steel can housing these franks and chickens.

Amateurs skewered and roasted their own pig meat, on a less-intimidating scale.

Diners could rent this tiny tapa-bar-for-two.  10 minutes for 3.50 euro, per person.
I stuffed myself happily on gazpacho, itty-bitty fried bacalao, white asparagus with butter and garlic, a lamb sandwich, and a piece of chocolate-beetroot cake.  Perhaps reward overkill for the measly 800m run that I completed earlier in the day in Heiloo.  Oh, well.  

The second set of guests arrived Saturday morning... early.  In fact, they arrived early enough that our first set of guests were still happily tucked away in the guest room.  All involved parties had been forewarned of this exchange, so all six of us had breakfast together and went to the NEMO before Katelyn and Nora departed for their final night's lodging locale, near Ed's work.  This left us with Jack and Lisa, Ed's married college friends (as they are known), who probably don't remember much about Saturday due to jet lag.

Highlights of Jack and Lisa's stay included, but were not limited to:
  • Jack's training for his first marathon, to take place in just over one month.  This required a 4-mile and a 9-mile run, which were plotted as tours of Amsterdam's numerous runner-friendly parks.  Between the two outings, we covered Flevopark, Oosterpark, Vondelpark, and Rembrandtpark.  If I ever do the second run again, it occurred to me, I could easily squeeze in Sarphatipark.  What a great city.
  • Going to the newly reopened Van Gogh and Rijksmusuems.
  • Leading Jack and Lisa on rented Mac Bikes through the Amsterdamse Bos, along the Schiphol runways, all the way to lunch in Hoofddorp.  Lowlight of the highlight:  Biking into a headwind the entire way.  Highlight of the highlight:  Taking the train home.  Except for Ed.  He rode his bike home.  I only beat him to the front door by a bike length.  
  • Playing my favorite board game, Ticket to Ride, where all four of our long routes began... as in life... in Amsterdam.  
  • Oo-ing over impressionist paintings with Lisa, whose favorite style is, like mine, impressionism.
Any photographs I took of Jack and Lisa's visit were, unfortunately for me and those looking for some color at this point in this post, were taken with their camera.  I do, however, have a photo of a nice art nouveau vase.  Enjoy.



Thursday, March 21, 2013

Big Bucket of Worms



The above is what happens when I learn about massive open online courses (MOOCs), sign up for three of them through Coursera, start a Tumblr blog as part of an assignment for the statistics course, decide that I don't like the looks of the Tumblr, fiddle around inexpertly with HTML for a couple of hours, learn a very tiny bit about changing the code for colors and header images, learn that I can copy/paste all sorts of novel things into my HTML that will probably come back to bite me in the ass in a month or so when I become more dependent on the blog for assignments rather than personal recreation, crop a screen shot of the Picasa photo scroll from the series I snapped in October, and upload it to my poor, neglected DnB blog solely because I don't know how to put an image into HTML code unless it is a URL.  I don't even know what JavaScript is.  I think it has something to do with HTML.

Thanks a lot, Coursera.

I have two other, more lucid, posts from February gathering dust in here.  My mom visited for a pair of weeks, and I haven't posted much.  I'll get right to it.

My sister had a beautiful, precocious baby girl!

Mom touched the North Sea, and it was cold!

Ed petted five more cats!  At least!

This medium-sized local 10k made me look like I won the Olympics!

Monday, February 11, 2013

Zondag op De Heuvel

Yesterday was gorgeous, and Amsterdam knew it.  Both of us biked cautiously south through the melting ice and slush with cameras in tow; Ed to his gym and me to Amsterdamse Bos in search of De Heuvel (The Hill).  

Hills are important to my psychological well-being.  I grew up in one of the moundiest regions of the U.S. Northwest, so every once in a while, my legs and soul itch for climbing and vantage.  Chicago had One Hill, which I visited at least once a week while living in that city.  Amsterdam also has its Een Heuvel.  It also has the Nesciobrug, referenced in October, which is slightly closer to our house than De Heuvel and whose ramps I can, in a pinch, run up and down until I get bored and wind-beaten (about twice).  De Heuvel, however, is the real deal, and can be summited via five or more approach routes.  Depending on your, or your coach's, or the race organizer's, degree of masochism, the approach may take anywhere from 45 seconds to two minutes, and your shoes may arrive at the top clean and dry, or saturated with mud and ice water.  Since I spent last Saturday choofing up and down and around De Heuvel at a pitiful distance behind my deer-like 19-year-old teammates, I decided to make my peace with De Heuvel on this visit.

After some minor fishtailing and average roostertailing (no fenders yet), I made it to the bike path behind (west) of Olympish Stadion.  There's a tiny, mounded island back there with no apparent name, but if I had to guess, I'd venture "Eilandje."  

I don't know the "deal" with the stumps, but it seems like a fitting memorial to the Hongerwinter.
 My next landmark after the island is the running track and voetball fields/pitches at the ASV Arsenal clubhouse.  It's a pretty nice, four-lane, 400m track, and only about a five minute jog from Olympisch Stadion.  There was a girl practicing goal kicks in the snow and pumping her arms in the air victoriously whenever she made one.  No picture, sorry.  I did finally take a picture of the Peeing Guy statue, though.

Gets me every time.
The Amsterdamse Bosbaan is only another 5-10 minutes from the Olympisch Stadion.  I locked my bike and stuffed my coat and pannier bags into one of the public lockers, put my euro in the slot, tied the key to my shoelace, and transitioned to a slow, ice-dodging jog into the Bos.  There were a lot of people, a lot of kids, a lot of dogs, and a lot of snowmen.

"YES!  A whole field to myself!"
 After about ten minutes of mincing jog and fotos-maken, I arrived.

There's De Heuvel... and it looks almost... friendly?  
When I volunteered for the Boscross on January 6, this field looked much different.
It looked like this. (Photo by Phanos)
There's me in the yellow vest, standing next to a guy I like to call the "Do you know/Have you seen Dave Baars?" guy.  I've met him twice in the Bos in the last month, and each time he asks. (Photo by Phanos)
Back to the present.
After a very light, easy, no-pressure jog to the top of De Heuvel, I was able to enjoy the scenery.





On the other side of De Heuvel, some less social Amsterdammers were romping in the mud and snow.  I was glad to not be running up it.


I took the asphalt trail down, and retraced my steps to my bike, which is much in need of cleaning.