Sometimes stubbornness can be a good thing. No, really! Maybe not so much in your average preschooler, but it has its merits.<\/p>\n
Like me. I’m stubborn. Tenacious. Don’t tell me I can’t do something, because it pisses me off and makes me try harder. After I sulk and lick my wounds for a while, anyway.<\/p>\n
Today I start yet another second language training course. Rather than being in a class of six people for four hours a week, it’s just me and the teacher for six hours a day, twice a week, until the middle of May.<\/p>\n
Those of you who’ve been around for a while will recall that I recently passed both my reading and writing exams with flying colours, and proceeded to fail my oral exam. The week I took the test was perhaps one of the most stressful of the year for me. I should have delayed it, but hind sight is always clearer, isn’t it? Besides, I’m stubborn.<\/p>\n
They mail you a little evaluation after the fact, and tick off areas you need to improve to achieve your next level. To my credit, there weren’t too many tick marks – I must have been close. I got busted on things like ‘your sentences were frequently strung together without the linking necessary to convey the message clearly.’ Beloved looked over the evaluation, gave me a long look and said, “You can’t do most of this stuff in English these days.” He was right. I’m not sure if it made me feel better or not.<\/p>\n
Alors, on essaye encore. My teacher is the same one I had before, and I like her a lot. Six hours a day of one-on-one language training is intense, though – at least in a classroom you can nod sagely while the other students are talking and zone out for a minute, or be relieved when somebody else continues to be perplexed by the subjunctive for the third day in a row. Private lessons means its all me, all the time. The Dani Show, in neither official language. Yikes!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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