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Tonight I watched Farewell My Concubine. The story made me really sad, it really moved me.
My Chinese studying is nothing more than drilling now, literally. Listening and doing the same exercises over and over. It is so different from a class where, say, you read a book and you're pretty much finished.
Xu Laoshi uses the word "internalize" instead of "memorize."
I hope I did well on the quiz this morning.
Yesterday, a Cantonese-looking kid in my Chinese Class introduced himself to me at Harper, and today the guy with red hair did too. Is this class supposed to bond us in a kind of shared-hardship?
My Chinese studying is nothing more than drilling now, literally. Listening and doing the same exercises over and over. It is so different from a class where, say, you read a book and you're pretty much finished.
Xu Laoshi uses the word "internalize" instead of "memorize."
I hope I did well on the quiz this morning.
Yesterday, a Cantonese-looking kid in my Chinese Class introduced himself to me at Harper, and today the guy with red hair did too. Is this class supposed to bond us in a kind of shared-hardship?