I signed up for Chinese lessons last week.
I paid their registration fee of $85. They’re sending me equipment to take the lessons on the Internet. I’m guessing it’s a headset and camera.
They’re also sending me a study kit.
The tuition is $580 ($193.33/mo for three months of lessons).
I get to take an orientation lesson and then the first two lessons. If I want to drop the class, then I don’t have to pay all the tuition.
I suspect I’m going to absolutely love it.
I love languages. I love being able to talk to people. I love Chinese people. I love a Chinese woman.
I’m going to love these lessons.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with Vivian. We don’t see each other much since her English classes stopped.
I said I would teach her English, but I’ve been so busy.
These classes will give us something to talk about.
Anyway, there are two classes a week for 3 months. The classes are taught by a professional Chinese as a Second Language instructor, university trained, over a video web conference from China. There will be four other people in my class for the semester — the same four people.
It’s an excellent way to learn a language if you don’t have a teacher in your city.
Face to face would be best, of course, but this is good.
And I can practice at the Phoenix Asian Diner!!
They are so nice.
October 24th, 2010: UPDATE!! Here’s what happened. I didn’t learn any Chinese. I quit my job and was unable to pay for the lessons (so I didn’t attend any lessons)… but I forgot to cancel the lessons, so now I have a some Israelis pissed off at me. (The school’s company is an Israeli one…) Yay, another debt. I’m now hiding message in older posts because I can’t write anything without feeling like I’m whining. See, you’re not reading this because a message was poked to you on Facebook or Twitter… you’re reading this for some other reason… so this isn’t whining… this is a log entry from a doomed expedition.
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