Sheme?

School. I was somewhat nervous, not wanting to be in the mopobofo (a-b-c s) class, which would be a waste of time. But I tanked on the test. Too tired, and I have studied very little in the last month. I ended up in class 2. Turns out, that is plenty hard enough. I almost laughed as the teacher continued to talk rapidly to the 6 of us (2 Korean, 1 Japanese, 1 Pakastani , 1 Turk – no other Americans in the school, or maybe even in the city). It was like dog-paddling in a choppy sea, with frothy white waves of words breaking over my head. I understood about 10%. Not enough to have any idea about her subject or what it meant, other than she was covering the rules. Great. At the end, I clarified with one of the students that we were supposed to come back the next day at 8:30 to the same room, proving that I understood nothing. Now I’m trying to wade through what look to be the most important rules. Many pages. Slow going. I think the only reason I made it to this level is that I can write characters, and I have decent pronunciation. I just can’t understand when someone speaks to me. Oh, is that all?