I was never Chinese educated...the ONE and ONLY chinese class i ever attended was during my kindy years where each chinese character i wrote was a big challenge for me...
so much so that by the end of my kindy years...me the 6 yr old girl told my mom that i DONT WANT to study in a chinese primary school...over my dead body!
my mom agreed maybe because i was a headache to tutor...wahahaha...somehow I just cannot make those chinese character strokes sink into my brain
last week...mr bf suggested taking mandarin night classes cos we r chinese after all...it is good to go back to your roots no? so i agreed ... 2nite was the first class
when we reached there...the place was full of white-haired uncles O_O!
its almost as if they were teachers pulled out from a chapter in my primary school life (17 years ago!!!!)
(we later learnt that they were retired school teachers)
and registered ourselves and paid for the registration fee.The uncle of a teacher pulled out a yellowish receipt book and wrote out our receipt...
doesn this look like a page torn out from your 20 yr old exercise book?!?!?!! i was like OMG when i saw the receipt book...where did he find it??? the museum
and look at the dollar sign ($) the last time we used $ was like when??? 1990??? DOUBLE OMG!!!!
So we sat down and he asked us to jot down the chinese characters from the whiteboard and we have to like write it down many many many times...
like so...
hahahaahahah...as i write every painful strokes...the memory of me learning mandarin in my kindy years hit me one by one...the agony...the horror!!!!
and to think that i m stuck in this class not for 1 month...not 2 months..not even 3 months .... its for A YEAR!!! and its not even once a week or twice a week...its THRICE a week....!!!
I M SO DEAD!
boohooohoooo MUMMY I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!