A few months ago, my daughter attended her first Chinese enrichment class. Afterwards, she asked: “Can I come again next week?”
Like many four-year-olds, Leah tends to be scant on detail when pressed for answers. But I deduced that there were songs and games, such as queueing to make a train.
It was a trial lesson, where satisfied customers could continue with the rest of the months-long lesson package. For Leah, it probably felt like a playdate, albeit one where her friends speak a foreign language.
Bless her glass-half-full soul, but her inaugural lesson at this Chinese enrichment chain, contrary to the good vibes, did not go well, according to the teacher in charge, who politely dropped a bombshell.
She advised me that Leah shouldn’t take the Kindergarten Year 1 enrichment class after all, because my daughter simply did not know what was going on.
“That’s why I wanted her to start learning Chinese, “I protested, while marvelling at the novel sensation of having a retailer turning down wads of package-deal cash.