Language Class

One of my complaints about university language classes is that they are designed for much younger people. So yesterday's vocabulary was "how old are you?" I wasn't really eager to let many of students know that I had lived nearly half of century longer than had. I don't mind being old, but really do I have people amazed that I am still alive! My answer "I am old." It wasn't in their vocabulary yet, but my knowledge of Indonesian carried me through.

Today I switched to a smaller class. Not only is it smaller but all the students are graduate students. Two from Palestine, three from the Maldives, one from Saudi Arabia, one from Indian, and one whom I assume is Chinese. The other class was largely Chinese and Indonesians. But I will miss hearing the instructor call on "Fabian," "Sabrina," and "Loleta." The new section has much more familiar regional names.