Learning Mandarin: A Series

Over the Summer of 2017, I had to pick a language to pursue in college. I had the options of Spanish, French, German, Arabic, Russian, Japanese, Italian, and Mandarin Chinese (Ancient Latin and Greek were also offered, but they were not even on the table for me). I, of course, decided to pick Mandarin Chinese. I loved the characters and the utility of the language.

However, Mandarin turned out to be much more difficult than I had anticipated.

Throughout much of the intro level, my thoughts oscillated from “wow, I’m hot shit” to “wow, I’m a pile of shit.” Between the tones and the stroke orders, I barely know how to say my own name. So, here I am, spreading the love/hate relationship I have with language learning to the rest of the world (or, to the two vistors I get per post).

I’m thinking of starting a series where every so often I provide an update on some of the interesting things I’ve learned in my Mandarin class. My linguistic ignorance may be enjoyed by many.

Does this sound interesting to anyone? Yes? No? Whatever. I do what I want.