This weekend was the first day of Chinese school this year. This also meant it was time for another one of the bi-annual arguments about Chinese school between myself and Mr. A.
On Saturday, Mr. A asked what I thought we should do on Sunday. “We aren’t going to have time to do anything, ” I said, “Chinese school starts tomorrow.”
Then Mr. A let out a big sigh and rolled his eyes. I would have been annoyed anyway, but M was sitting right there within sight of Mr. A’s dissing of Chinese school, so it was completely unacceptable.
A very predictable argument followed in which I reminded Mr. A that it is his fault that we mess with Chinese school in the first place. I also reminded him that we had already revisited our committment Chinese school about a month ago when I filled out and sent in the registration form.
Then, Mr. A tried to get all lawyer-sneaky. He tried to claim his sigh was because he is so marginalized as a non-Chinese speaker by the administration at Chinese school. This would be an interesting argument, if we had not A) already dealt with this issue barely 3 months ago (see previous link), B) discussed it last month when we chose which classes in which to enroll M, and C) if it wasn’t a total load of CRAP.
Marginalized MY ASS. Mr. A wasn’t annoyed about Chinese school because he is marginalized, he was annoyed because it is long afternoon of wasted time. I am also unenthusiastic about spending hours in a school hallway waiting, but I don’t make faces about it in front of M.
Needless to say, we had our argument and then M went happily off to Chinese school on Sunday.
As usual, Chinese school whipped up a lot of thoughts for me, but they will have to wait for another post. The shorties are restless and I am tired.
Can’t Mr. A perform billable hours while waiting in the hallway? A win-win for everyone!
Poor Mr. A. Sometimes I think he’d get along with my husband quite well.
I wish we had Chinese school here.
Why do you have to wait there? Couldn’t you leave and come back?