Frustrated and Annoyed

Tonight I took a Milonga and Tango class. As the class progressed, a feeling inside of me also progressed. I was annoyed. I was frustrated. I was annoyed with this old guys trying to hit on me as we danced. I was annoyed that I had to say I was from Los Angeles for the 135,987 time. I was frustrated because I am not comprehending like I want to. It is degrading when a Spanish speaker attempts to speak English for your sake. As if they cannot stand to wait for you to conjugate one more verb. I hate the response I get after I open my mouth, "Do you speak Spanish?" or "Entiendes?" This is tough. I am fighting to keep my confidence and keep my eye on the prize. I will not let the devil 's words of failure and hopelessness feed into me. After all I have only been here a week and I have three months to practice this language. I must keep pushing as if I am not frustrated and listen as if I will understand. That's faith right? Acting on the unseen, and my perseverance and understanding is definitely unseen right now.