I have invited two classmates to come over next Sunday. I will cook for them. I haven’t which dish to cook yet but I think I will cook some Filipino food.
My husband thinks it’s a good idea to make friends in my German class. He said that since I refuse to speak in German with him, it would be good for me to have some friends with whom I can be comfortable speaking in German with. I think he’s got a point but I am inviting these people because I think they are nice and because I genuinely just want to make friends.
HuangLi and Becky are both Chinese. Becky can speak good English and the only chance I can speak with HuangLi is if I speak German with her. HuangLi is very young nonetheless; she is obviously the best in class. HuangLi and I used to sit together but the instructor rearranged the whole class and paired us up with a partner who is supposedly better or worse German speaker than ourselves to create some sort of balance in the class. Becky, on the other hand, is an art student who will continue studying art in Berlin. Her English is good but I don’t suppose she’s got so much interest in other languages. Becky and I see German as a completely obligatory thing. We are not learning this language because we want to but because we have to.
They are both nice to me and I think I can be good friends with them.