Memoirs of a Sessa

My first chinese class

I went to my first class with chinese students.  The class was College Chinese.  When the class begins, all the students stand up and in say hello to the teacher and bow in unison.  The first time, I was so surprised it was hard not to laugh.  The first class we studied grammar, and the second class we studied the origin of chinese characters.  Even my classmates think it is hard, so of course it is too difficult for me.  I think I need to not be so hard on myself, because even though my chinese is not good, it’s not so bad-I just have the bar set too high.  But maybe it’s not such a bad thing to always have higher expectations, just need to have perseverance and determination.   

Only two months left

It’s almost time to go home.  I want to go home, but at the same time I would also like to stay here longer.  I would have liked my Chinese language level when I came to China to be at least as high as it is now, then I might be pretty good.  I have been thinking if I could do something with Chinese, but I don’t know if majoring in Chinese would be very useful.  People here think I can teach Chinese in the U.S. or teach English in China.  Aside from teaching, I don’t know if I would have any good options.  There are a lot of Chinese people that have learned English very well, while I am just so so.  I still plan to try to major in Math, and then do what …  sometimes I don’t understand why I have to avoid living a simple life.