Seasons
As a person who’s lived in a country near the Equator, I find it odd to see Americans lying on the grass soaking up the sun rays whenever there’s a sunny day. They have picnics, play football, suntan, read books under a tree, all that stuff.
I’ve gotten really used to having sun every day in Singapore until you wished a snowstorm would wipe the island out, so a cloudy day’s a happy day for me. Lisa goes on and on about how beautiful a day is whenever it’s sunny, and I’m like ‘k.
O___o Is fall and winter really so bad?
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Did the Chinese placement test today. I was so horrible at reading this newspaper article. Something about the Ming Jing Dang, and that was the only thing I could recognize, because Mom and Dad love Taiwan politics. But my conversation was pretty cool. He gave me 45 credit hours! Yay.
He asked me where I studied Chinese, and I said Singapore. He then asked what language we’re taught in, and I said English. He looked really surprised, and said that the language system in Singapore was really confusing. I was like, ‘REALLY?’ Didn’t venture much after that.
But I don’t know what’s there to be confused about. English is the common spoken language. We then have a compulsory mother tongue language we have to take. Depending on your race, you learn the language your race learns. If you’re Chinese, you learn Chinese. If you’re Malay, you learn Malay. If you’re Indian, you learn Tamil, etc. I don’t know if this confusion stems from Singapore listing Malay as the national language (lots of politics were involved in that one, and no one really cares anymore. This fact wasn’t even listed in our history books!) but English is the common language.
