Panding stares searchingly, his eyes gaping into my exaggerated mouth while it forms the sentence. He tilts his head closer and closer, as if he’s expecting the words themselves to be hiding somewhere in its depths.
“Figures,” I enunciate carefully. Today I’m mixing it up and rather than reading simple Shel Silverstein poetry, we are reading from a collection of Jim Morrison’s early lyrics/poetry.
“Aha!” Panding grins in amazement when he sees that he has correctly deciphered the words I was saying and written them down. “Thank you teacher!” says my 27 year old student sincerely.
“Yeah, yeah, easy,” Bruce, the Tai Chi expert, and more advanced of my two English Conversation Class students says with a smile on his face, in a completely non-demeaning, matter of fact, and proud way. He glances to the clock as it’s nearing 7:15 pm. “Now we take-a-rest.”
He heads outside to prepare a papaya for me to take home and starts up the Taiwanese Technical Mission van to give me a ride to where I live, about a 5 minute walk away.
“Be careful!” he says in the more urgently, concerned way possible as I step out of the van.
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