You ever go fishing with someone and it just isn’t your day? While they are holding a fishing clinic, you are throwing the tackle box at them and nothing works. It truly is humbling. My language teacher was doing the schooling. On top of that there were other people catching fish too but not me. It wasn’t fast action but many of them would be new lifelisters for me. I felt taunted by some unseen force that wanted me to fail. I won’t get spiritual about the situation but it sure was wierd and frustrating at the same time. Perhaps God was testing my patience and fortitude.
It was nice to see my teacher happy with this Goldfish though. I’m not sure he is enjoying catching the fish more or that he is schooling me. Perhaps it is a little of both.
