Heavy homework night!
Working together, 3 classmates and I have to write a 2-3 minute play (based on our lessons of the past 2.5 weeks), practice it and perform it on Friday. And Chinese is our only common language (rudimentary at best for some.) Today was the planning session. To look into someone else’s face and know that they don’t have a clue what I’m saying is a real trip. There’s absolutely no hiding it, no matter how polite they try to be. Everything in me wants to take charge, get this thing organized and bring it to fruition. Imagine my inner strife as a type-A overachiever, with a Shakespearian mind and a pre-school vocabulary. The meatiness of my Pulitzer ideas dummied down to verbal pablum. And it’s still a challenge getting them across. (My limitations, not theirs). I have such appreciation for the patience of my classmates. (Well some of them. Just not the gal from France and the one from Vietnam. They must be soooo relieved to be in the other group.)
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