I began language school last week. Today was my 6th day of class. So far so good.
I have 3 other people in my class. Koreans. A 17 year old boy, a 50 year old man, and a sweet 21 year old girl. The 21 year old is a work machine, she masters every tone, every character with a very sweet, very cute voice. And she speaks a tad bit of English. The Man makes up with enthusiasm and volume what he lacks in study skills, and speaks no English. And someday I hope to find out what in the world the 17 year old is doing here! He’s sweet, and tries, so despite his lack of English skills, I think we will be friends :)
You know what is kind of fun about this class? That our language in common will be Chinese!!! This makes our conversations pretty basic. As in… HELLO! And HOW ARE YOU? And HORSE, GRANDMA, BIG SISTER, and so forth and so on. I think we are at least 1 year away from a deep conversation!!!
I am touched by how hard everyone tries to communicate with me, I’m the odd one out, and it would be so easy to ignore me. I like studying. It is hard to memorize all the squigglies that make up the characters I am supposed to learn. But the best part is the sensation of power building deep inside me. I am making PROGRESS. If am taking steps, not baby steps ,but toddler steps, toward the rest of my life here. The last year and a half have been nothing other than desperate. I want to badly to understand and be understood. I am so happy right now..
When I leave in the morning, it is the greatest thing to know that my sister Clara is with the girls. To know that they are safe and happy. They are taking really well to the new routines, and Clara is doing “school” with Zoe every day. Letters. Oh baby.
So that’s that! Just wanted to bring you up to date!