Went dancing again yesterday and this time at 18:10, which is a different class with a different teacher, this time a guy.
Here’s what happens a lot in China. My Chinese is getting better and better insofar that I can now understand at least the gist of a lot that is being said, but it is still very hard for me myself to say something beyond basic sentences. Spontaneity is an issue.
So the awkward moments came early in the class when the teacher, under the impression that I couldn’t understand his Chinese, talked about me to the Chinese students of the class. About my height, for instance, or the fact that I moved very ungracefully. Which I could all understand, but not really react to.
I don’t hate the guy. He’s a bit of a dandy show-off, but a good teacher. Furthermore, this kind of crap happens all the time. No use singling out one person for something that everybody here does.
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