My Favorite Teacher
In October 2006, I sighned up for the class B1 at German school. The classroom was located in the establishment of Levi Strauss & Co., a couple of stations away from Osaka. An hour and a half -long- session took place on Monday mornings and Thursday mornings beginning at 10:00. The teacher was a young German woman by the name of Brigitte. Unlike the most German teachers who have long lived in Japan, she was dispatched from Leipzig especially to broaden a growing Japanese market for German learners. I think they must have paid her lots of salary. But as for me the lesson was worth taking. For she was so passionate when she gave a lesson. What I heard from the participants in her former class, she asked them to write a diary in German. Then she corrected grammatical errors in the sentences and tunred in the diary before the lesson started. What a practice! Well, in the B1 class I joined in, she has never done that. Maybe she was exhausted. Instea...