“Walter wants to start a new business?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind?”
“Liquor.”
“Why?”
“He wants to make more money.”
“How do you know that?”
“He told me.”
This is what my new student told me today, that a character in a play spoke to him.
I’ve started teaching part-time again. A US boarding school student is in Korea for spring break, and I was asked to teach him two books over the next two and half weeks. Short-term privates somehow always turn out to be the best, unfortunately; when they end after that brief, predetermined period, I get sad. I get sad just like a child who wishes the fun didn’t have to stop.
I was startled as soon as he started speaking to me for the first time. There was a nervous air about him; he spoke quickly and voiced every small concern that occurred to him or bothered him or entertained him. He even muttered predicted problems as he worked.