The Last Dutch Language Class of the Year
It was the last lesson of the Dutch class of the year. When finishing the lesson, the teacher Heidi gave the students a small gift. I maintained my trading bots, and they seemed to be working well. In the evening, I cooked dinner, which was almost the same as the previous night, and went out. I visited the bar My Way. When I entered the bar, a dog approached me. I really hate that Dutch people let their dogs run freely inside bars. It was insane. Ruud gave me a beer. While I was having dinner, I received a message from the boss of my part-time job. She told me that an employee had gotten sick and asked if I could cover her shift. I accepted the offer. I fell asleep just after 10 pm.
Heads-up! These aren't journal entries – they're crafted essays written in English.
Thoughtful, personal, and cross-cultural.
The original text before the correction
- The Last Dutch Language Class It was the last lesson of the Dutch class in this year. When finisheing the lesson, the teached Heidi gave students a small gift. I maintained trading bots. It looked working well. In the evening, I cooked dinner (It was almost same as the previous night) and went out. I visited the bar My Way. When I entered the bar, a dog approched to me. I really hate it why the Dutch people released thier dogs inside the bar? It was insane. Ruud gave me a beer. When I was having dinner, I got a message from the boss of the part-time job. She told me an employee got sick so if I would cover her schedule. I accepted her offer. I fell asleep just after 10 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
