As I remember it, it was funny. I woke up in the morning prepared and left. on my way I was a little excited, I thought to myself "what would I learn?" I hope it will be fun! to be honest I didn't know much about trading.
I arrived at the hall where the class was to hold. A lady to my right was sitting on a white plastic chair with a white plastic table in front of her. she was wearing a red blouse and black trousers with a conspicuous necklace and a big bangle. she look up at me as I approach her, we exchange pleasantries, I handed her my entrance money, she gave me a slip, I walk in and took my sit waiting for the program to start.
the teacher came in, he was wearing a light brown suit with a white shirt and black shoes. at first, I actually thought he was also a student but as he walked to the stage, i knew he was the teacher.
The hall was full! by my count I think they where up to one thousand people in the hall and more people where coming in. within 30 minutes an image from a projector flashed on the wall at the stage, the teacher welcomed everyone and with a brief introduction of himself he started the class. he introduced the basic concept of trading- buying and selling foreign currency- and he talk about how trading in it's early days was for only top financial institutions and big companies basically, because they had the big cash required to trade, and how little guys like us where not allowed to trade, but as the internet was invented anyone who was interested could trade.
what he was saying was interesting, than a guy touched my arm, distracting me, I turned to him wondering what could be so important. the guy started talking about the cloths the teacher was wearing, how the suit may be cheap and how on stylish the black shoes where. in my mind I said gee's this guy must be a poor jealous fashion analysis, but, openly I just laughed.
About two hours into the class, the electricity went off . than something happened which I did not expect.
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