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Week 17: 第十七周

Happiest place in the world 迪士尼是世界上最开心的地方

I asked my teacher when she would recommend I go to Disneyland and she said to go on a weekday since there are way too many people on the weekends. So I took that as the green light to skip class on Tuesday. I left at 6:30am to take the subway, I got there when it opened at 8am, I left when it closed at 9pm, then I got home at 10:30. It's been so long since I've been to the Disneyland in California or the Disney World in Florida, and I don't really remember those visits, so I'm happy there's a Disneyland here.

 

I only had two goals for this semester: buy a water bottle and ride roller coasters. And now I'm done with them both.​ It was convenient that last month in Chinese class I learned how to saying roller coaster in Chinese: 过山车 (pronounced guo shan che) which literally translates in "go over mountain car."

Sophie

My French friend had a friend from her university visit. Her name is Sophie and she is of Chinese descent. She speaks her parents' local dialect very well, but her Mandarin Chinese is not as good. She was in China for a short visit and wanted a SIM card. The lady selling SIM cards wanted to overcharge her since it was apparent she was a foreigner. Sophie tried to bargain like a reasonable human being, but the lady wouldn't budge. Finally, Sophie said, "You're crazy! You can't charge me that much. My uncle works for the government you know, so you should watch out." The lady and her husband were visibly shaken and lowered the price exponentially. Sophie was pleased that she got a reasonable price, but not happy about the means she had to use. 

 

I don't really like to think about the implications of that story too much, so I guess that I'll focus more on how much I love Sophie even though I only met her for one day. She is apparently an actress for a French TV show, so I got to unknowingly meet a minor French celebrity. She was standing next to her boyfriend when she said she wanted to make babies with me. It was weird, yet flattering and not really scary since it wasn't coming from a male. Her poor boyfriend blushed a deep red and got really quiet. I think they're cool though, as they are spending a year road tripping and vacationing in Australia. That's the kind of life I want. 

Church

In China, there are five legal religious bodies: Buddhist Association of China, Chinese Taoist Association, Islamic Association of China, Three-Self Patriotic Movement and Chinese Patriotic Catholic Association. My church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is obviously not included in that list. I've never been in a place where my religion is illegal, but I guess I halfway am now. It's not illegal that I go to church since all foreigners can go. But it is illegal for Chinese citizens to go unless they are married to a foreign passport holder. Our church service is held on the second floor conference room of a skyscraper in the financial district of Shanghai. There are staff and security outside that kind of keep an eye us as we're walking in, but they are pretty friendly if you speak to them. Every Sunday before church starts, we get the same notice read aloud telling us that we are lucky we can be Mormon as foreign citizens in China, but all missionary work directed to Chinese citizens is strictly forbidden. We can reach out to other foreigners, but we are not to discuss religious matters with Chinese citizens in any way. Everyone in the branch is in and out so quickly, I lose track of who has left Shanghai to go which part of China or the world. Despite our small numbers, we have members from all continents except Antarctica. Our institute classes are held at someone's house, and we usually only have 3-10 young adults. Our last institute class was awesome since we had a Japanese investigator who can't really speak English but can speak Chinese. We realized that we had good luck as all 9 of us foreigners sitting around the dinner table could speak Chinese. That doesn't usually happen since we get Americans fresh out of college teaching English for their gap year/semester. The problem is that no one's Chinese pronunciation was good and I couldn't understand them very well. They couldn't even understand each other very well. One American girl told me she has a hard time understanding Chinese people speaking Chinese but can easily understand American people speaking Chinese. I guess that's kind of like when my dad was learning English and couldn't understand Americans speaking English but could understand Chinese people speaking English. A step in the right direction, but totally not the point of learning a foreign language.

Thanks for reading!

This Sunday at 9am I have my HSK 4 exam. Recently I have not been studying as much as I could have (or maybe at all). My reading and writing skill levels are still pretty elementary despite my intermediate levels of speaking and listening. The HSK is mostly reading and writing, unfortunately for me. But that didn't stop me from going to Disneyland apparently. I still think the test will go well because I now know how to read AND write "rollercoaster" in Chinese. That's enough, right? This is also not stopping me from going rock climbing with my roommate in an hour. Someone send me motivation to study, please and thank you.

Thanks for reading and see you next Thursday!

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