I don't know about my day today. On the one hand, I got to see everyone from my old classes in my new classes! There are four guys from out original chinese class which makes me on of two girls in a class of seven. The other new guy is a dark haired blue-eyed boy who just came back from a mission in Canada. He speaks Chinese very well (embarassingly well) and I feel like he shall be exported to Business Chinese to fly with his own fluency level. The girl (who is also new) came from China when she was eight though she claims not to remember that much. She does remember that much. She might get to stay, though. She wanted to take an easy class. As for us... well we all suck at chinese. Luckily we all suck in our own special ways, like I can't remember characters to save my life, but if my chinese teacher talks slow enough, I can actually pick up what she is saying and sneakily translate it for my less vocally adept classmates. Then they pick up the character slack and we all muddle through speaking as best we can. The depressing thing is that I really want to be good at chinese. Even though I will only really use it for fortune cookie and I feel embarassed speaking it in front of people, I REALLY DO want to DO well! I obviously don't know how to speak Chinese and I just feel like that is one of those things, like getting your black belt or learning how to play the violin. It's an accomplishment. An accomplishment that you can enjoy yourself and share with the people who struggled with you when you got there. So yeah... Chinese wasn't much fun.

I'm buying wire and wirecutters for 3-D, so that should be fun. Another trip to Ace Hardware but who's counting, right? A lot of the people from my other foundaitons classes are in those classes as well, so I'm not alone either. Art History is going to be painful, as usual. There is a lot of information but the teacher, who is also my advisor, is really nice. I'm praying that I won't die. So basically that's my day in a nutshell.

I took a year of college-level Chinese back in high school.

I don't remember jack shit, though I can tell what tones people are using and how to replicate them with my own voicebox, which admittedly is a good skill to have if ever I want to re-learn Chinese.

Which is like the farthest thing from my mind at this point. But maybe one day?
» ranor on 2007-09-01 11:28:39

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