Chopsticks

On Fridays, we have lunch after class with our Lao Shi, our teachers. We're supposed to meet and talk and point at the food and try to identify it. We only just learned the food things today, so the conversation was a bit choppy. I'm starting to think I sound like Joey on Friends on the episode where Phoebe tried to teach him French. I hear the sounds, but I'm pretty sure they don't sound the same coming out of my mouth.

The food is interesting, and since I can now say pork and chicken, I can avoid the things I don't like, and Rao Lau Shi thinks we're quite entertaining, mostly because we can't actually pronounce anything correctly (there are four different tones in Mandarin, so if one word can be said four different ways and mean four totally different things).

I think I have finally gotten the hang of using my chopsticks (kuazi) and I've managed to get to a point where I only have to change my shirt once from dropping something on it. I think the chopsticks might be one of the reasons Chinese people stay so thin though, you get kind of tired when you have to eat your corn kernals one at a time.