Learning a language has lots of little plateaux of ability. I was feeling good yesterday, as I was feeling that I was finally climbing off the one I'd been feeling stuck on since starting my class. Small things: being able to simply repeat, with comprehension, some little bits of a short dialog we working on in class.
But then after the class I went into a cafe to sit and study and tried to order, and I thought I was doing fine, but the guy behind the counter looked at me with incomprehension. The thing is, it wasn't even hard, weird stuff to order: it was pure "konglish" – a coffee and scone are simply keopi-hago seukon…. Oh well.