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  1. May 2022
  2. Sep 2021
    1. he teacher proceeded to belittle everyone from German Eva, who hated laziness, to Japanese Yukari, who lovedpaintbrushes and soap. Italian, Thai, Dutch, Korean, Chinese--we all left class foolishly believing that the worstwas over. We didn't know it then, but the coming months would teach us what it is like to spend time in thepresence of a wild animal. We soon learned to dodge chalk and to cover our heads and stomachs whenever sheapproached us with a question. She hadn't yet punched anyone, but it seemed wise to prepare ourselves againstthe inevitable.

      he is transitioning from what he is going through to what he went through through the class. teacher seems pretty mean towards the students and a little bit aggressive

    2. When called upon, I delivered an effortless list of things I detest: blood sausage, intestinal pâté, brain pudding.I'd learned these words the hard way. Having given it some thought, I then declared my love for IBM typewriters,the French word for "bruise," and my electric oor waxer. It was a short list, but still I managed to mispronounceIBM and afford the wrong gender to both the oor waxer and the typewriter. Her reaction led me to believe thatthese mistakes were capital crimes in the country of France.

      he thought he was doing well until he mispronounced ibm and learns that it was a mistake he shouldn't of made because of how the teacher was ridiculing every single student he was confused as to why the teacher was referring to objects as genders it just didn't make sense to him

    3. I remind myself that I am now a full-grown man. No one will ever again card me for a drink or demand that Iweave a oor mat out of newspapers. At my age, a reasonable person should have completed his sentence in theprison of the nervous and the insecure--isn't that the great promise of adulthood? I can't help but think that,somewhere along the way, I made a wrong turn. My fears have not vanished. Rather, they have seasoned andmultiplied with age. I am now twice as frightened as I was when, at the age of twenty, I allowed a failed nursingstudent to inject me with a horse tranquilizer, and eight times more anxious than I was the day my kindergartenteacher pried my ngers off my mother's ankle and led me screaming toward my desk. "You'll get used to it," thewoman had said.

      feeling very scared. seems like he is regretting it a little bit?