Would you write that down for me?
This week at my favorite local Thai restaurant, I experienced a first.
Living in a Chinese-speaking country, I am quite accustomed to the frustration of not being able to communicate clearly. I have a basic knowledge of Mandarin Chinese, but my language acquisition over the past year and a half has been relatively slow. Because Morrison is a “no Chinese zone” for the students who are supposed to be getting an American education, there is little opportunity (or need) to practice Chinese during my work week. Continue reading “Would you write that down for me?”