Strike One
Today's French lesson did not go well. When I arrived at the school, the designated classroom was empty (and I was not too early), so I had to go back to the office and flag somebody down to seek an explanation. No one was sure where I was supposed to be, but the consensus seemed to be a classroom in another building a block away. In that classroom I found a teacher and one other student, but I was not expected. The teacher concluded that I was probably in the right place; but I have no idea why since my card said intermediate and his other student was a raw beginner. He tried gamely to juggle us both, but the result favoured no one. My fellow student, a middle-aged Latvian real estate agent, plainly couldn't follow when the teacher and I were speaking, and I had to sit patiently while he struggled to understand why if you live in a house it's not "chez la maison".At the end of the afternoon, I went back to the office to change classes. Fortunately, for once, the one person who knew what was going on and could help me, was actually there. I elected to start fresh next week with a new class.
posted 10.10.06
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