My First Encounter With My Teacher 8211 Part1
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It is written in Polish, I will try to translate on English. I know very little English
August afternoon, the last day of vacation. Today Ania has an exceptionally bad mood, she repeatedly tells me of her problems at work. I still keeps her that I have a good job, she doesn't have to work, if she doesn't want to. Maybe sometimes I will stay longer some days, but that won't change the time we spend together significantly. She insisted on working there until she got pregnant. For me, this excuse was of little importance. As a result, we argued more and more often, Ania didn't feel like having sex, even though we were going to do this baby. Women.
We planned to start an English course from this school year, I was learning it many years ago, it was supposed to be Ania's first meeting with this language. Before that, she had learned German. We chose a language school near our place of residence. Ania was supposed to be on a beginner's course, and I was on an intermediate course. I felt some concerns, because I was learning English over 7 years ago, I did not feel up to such a high level. The more so because the school had a good reputation, the advanced courses were conducted by teachers who did not speak Polish. It stressed me a little. We were supposed to go to the course together, but the classes were supposed to be in different rooms. When I signed up for the course, I noticed two foreigners, a large African American and a petite Asian. I have always had a soft spot for Asian women, this one particularly caught my eye, she was petite and had shoulder-length hair. Beautiful brown eyes and a sweet smile. Her delicate beauty impressed me. Blue dress emphasized her slight build, certain girlishness. Well, it could only be my weakness, but the excitement I felt made me want to meet her again. In the school office, we learned that Ania is having classes with Mr. Lincolm, who has lived in Poland for many years, speaks Polish. I was supposed to be taking classes with Mrs. Wong, I guessed right away that it was about this beautiful little woman. I remember that I liked the idea of learning English more and more.
I remembered that from September we are supposed to have classes in a language school once a week. Recently, I have been thinking more and more about Mrs. Wong, but it was just my fantasy that I would impress her with the knowledge of the language. I wanted to be a top student, so that she would pay attention to me. Anything to catch her gaze so I can immerse myself in those eyes. On the other hand, I knew that my language skills were very poor. Excitement mixed with anxiety. Interesting connection.
Fortunately, the next three days flew by quickly, confusion at work as usual, I dreamed of a little peace, which I couldn't find even at home. I thought that I did not agree to this English, today was supposed to be the first class, and I felt that I had neither the strength nor the desire to do it. Perhaps there was also a fear, my dreams of Mrs. Wong's would come into contact with reality. And reality can be cruel. On my way to class, I once again listened to how senseless Ania's work is, she complained about both her friends and her boss. In fact, she didn't like anything about it. I listened to it as usual, showing the minimum interest Ania accepted. There were a lot of people in the school, fortunately I wasn't the oldest student there, which happened quite often. The balding, ridiculously serious fat man most often stood out from the group of 10 years younger people. In the profession that I do, the overwhelming majority of colleagues is women, and for postgraduate studies, there were 3 men, with a 10 times larger group of people of the opposite sex. It is even interesting, you can always flirt, the sport is not dangerous, but gives a little satisfaction from life. I also did not understand that most people in such places knew me quickly, I am a nice person, but not distinguished by anything special. I'm an introvert, which I think is useful at work, but not very useful for socializing. Maybe it is my flirting, for my friends it is an excuse to return me to the category of "funny erotomaniac-storyteller", due to the contrast between what I say and what I look like.
August afternoon, the last day of vacation. Today Ania has an exceptionally bad mood, she repeatedly tells me of her problems at work. I still keeps her that I have a good job, she doesn't have to work, if she doesn't want to. Maybe sometimes I will stay longer some days, but that won't change the time we spend together significantly. She insisted on working there until she got pregnant. For me, this excuse was of little importance. As a result, we argued more and more often, Ania didn't feel like having sex, even though we were going to do this baby. Women.
We planned to start an English course from this school year, I was learning it many years ago, it was supposed to be Ania's first meeting with this language. Before that, she had learned German. We chose a language school near our place of residence. Ania was supposed to be on a beginner's course, and I was on an intermediate course. I felt some concerns, because I was learning English over 7 years ago, I did not feel up to such a high level. The more so because the school had a good reputation, the advanced courses were conducted by teachers who did not speak Polish. It stressed me a little. We were supposed to go to the course together, but the classes were supposed to be in different rooms. When I signed up for the course, I noticed two foreigners, a large African American and a petite Asian. I have always had a soft spot for Asian women, this one particularly caught my eye, she was petite and had shoulder-length hair. Beautiful brown eyes and a sweet smile. Her delicate beauty impressed me. Blue dress emphasized her slight build, certain girlishness. Well, it could only be my weakness, but the excitement I felt made me want to meet her again. In the school office, we learned that Ania is having classes with Mr. Lincolm, who has lived in Poland for many years, speaks Polish. I was supposed to be taking classes with Mrs. Wong, I guessed right away that it was about this beautiful little woman. I remember that I liked the idea of learning English more and more.
I remembered that from September we are supposed to have classes in a language school once a week. Recently, I have been thinking more and more about Mrs. Wong, but it was just my fantasy that I would impress her with the knowledge of the language. I wanted to be a top student, so that she would pay attention to me. Anything to catch her gaze so I can immerse myself in those eyes. On the other hand, I knew that my language skills were very poor. Excitement mixed with anxiety. Interesting connection.
Fortunately, the next three days flew by quickly, confusion at work as usual, I dreamed of a little peace, which I couldn't find even at home. I thought that I did not agree to this English, today was supposed to be the first class, and I felt that I had neither the strength nor the desire to do it. Perhaps there was also a fear, my dreams of Mrs. Wong's would come into contact with reality. And reality can be cruel. On my way to class, I once again listened to how senseless Ania's work is, she complained about both her friends and her boss. In fact, she didn't like anything about it. I listened to it as usual, showing the minimum interest Ania accepted. There were a lot of people in the school, fortunately I wasn't the oldest student there, which happened quite often. The balding, ridiculously serious fat man most often stood out from the group of 10 years younger people. In the profession that I do, the overwhelming majority of colleagues is women, and for postgraduate studies, there were 3 men, with a 10 times larger group of people of the opposite sex. It is even interesting, you can always flirt, the sport is not dangerous, but gives a little satisfaction from life. I also did not understand that most people in such places knew me quickly, I am a nice person, but not distinguished by anything special. I'm an introvert, which I think is useful at work, but not very useful for socializing. Maybe it is my flirting, for my friends it is an excuse to return me to the category of "funny erotomaniac-storyteller", due to the contrast between what I say and what I look like.
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