It’s
true. Even though I’ve been here more
than two years, I never really know what is going on until it’s over, then I
still don’t know.
After
class this week, one of my music English students (a violinist) told me she would be
performing on Friday in I-Hall at the university. I thought she said the concert was at six o’clock.
So, yesterday afternoon around twenty ‘til six, I went over to the
university. (I just live across the
street). When I got to I-Hall, I could
hear music. I didn’t have my watch and
thought I must be late, oh no! I waited
for a break and went in and sat in the second row, my usual place when I go to
I-Hall. I thought it was odd that there
were only a few people in the audience, but there’s never a big turnout for these
concerts. At the end, I figured out that
I wasn’t late, I was early! This was a
last minute rehearsal. Even though I
didn’t know what time the concert really started, I ran home to see if Ted
wanted to attend. He was packing for his
weekend kayak class trip, so I returned to I-Hall alone and waited. Luckily, I
had a small stitching project with me.
Eventually more people came and the concert began for real. The concert was very enjoyable and I loved seeing my student perform.


Even
though I often don’t know what is happening or when it is happening, I somehow manage
to get by quite nicely.