||[Mar. 15th, 2007|11:07 pm]
This is my Tai Chi teacher, Master Zhang-coolest Tai Chi teacher on the planet. I had to call him tonight to say I couldn’t come to class in the morning. Using no English, he actually understood what I was saying, we re-scheduled for Sunday morning and THEN I called him back and asked if he wanted to go have coffee afterward with me and Mr. F. I’m totally patting myself on the back right now. lol |
To be frank, I’ve not been the most enthusiastic about learning Mandarin. This place I live is really tough at times, adding the language just seemed impossible and as a result I only know survival bits and pieces. So, after a year of being here, I surrender (picture me waving white flag here) and thus Mr. F and I signed our life away last week to learn Mandar!n. 2 Xs a week, 4 hours per week, 7 – 9 at night, for 18 weeks. Yes, 18 weeks!! Goodbye, life! Or should I say Zie Gien! Tonight was the second night and well, remember that commercial back in the 80’s with the egg in the skillet---that’d be me. Any Questions? Yeah, I can’t remember how to spell my own name after class!
In other news, Mr. F and I were chatting about Hostess Ding Dongs the other day (very exciting-we’ve been married for almost 7 years now so I suppose this is what happens). Anyway, remember when they used to package Ding Dongs in foil? I’d forgotten. Rereading what I just wrote, I suppose this would also be a good illustration of what learning Mandar!n does to your brain. I sound like a goof-ball, I’m going to bed.