Calligraphy Lessons . . .

Today was my 3rd day of calligraphy lessons. Most of the day, Mr. Song left me alone to practice my lines. I’m working on both horizontal and vertical lines now. I feel like I’ve progressed. Although, he did move me to the afternoon session. I no longer get to hang out with the retired men. I’m with the 6 and 7 year olds. But he puts me in a room by myself. I feel like I’ve been demoted . . .

I obviously was doing something wrong. I’m not sure what. He demonstrated for me what I should do. I tried it. No, no, no. Big “x”es on my paper. He then held my hand and tried to guide my hand. I tried on my own. No, no, no. He then got behind me and tried to guide not only my hand, but my shoulder, too. Still, I wasn’t doing what he wanted. So he came in front of me and gave a lively lecture (all in Korean) on what I was doing wrong. I listened, wide eyed and smiling. Trying to pick up any words at all. After about 10 or 15 minutes, he said to me, “Understand?” I smiled, shook my head “no” and said, “Mian hamnida (I’m sorry).” He just looked at me, turned and left the room. I may be more than he bargained for.

Though, when I left, he pleasantly said good-bye and “Tomorrow – 2?” Okay! Bye!