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Jun 14, 2009
Undergraduate / "Comrade Hu and passion for languages" - College Admissions Essay Introduction [13]
Hello all,
I was wondering if the following introduction to a college essay about my passion for languages was confusing or overly wordy. Do the first couple sentences leave you scratching your head? How can I make it flow better?
Thanks in advance,
Alex
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"That one is Comrade Hu!"
I had no idea who Comrade Hu was, but as I listened to the State Department language tapes, I pictured hundreds of 1950s diplomats landing in China ready to pick him out of a crowd. There was no doubt about it: these tapes were old -- Mr. Hu almost certainly did not go by "comrade" anymore. But at a school that offered only French, Spanish, and Latin, I had resorted to the Foreign Service Institute's free language tapes to satiate my hunger to learn new languages.
In the confines of my room I persisted, committing words like "to come" and "to go" to memory and leaving words like "section chief" to the side. Finally, I mustered the nerve to try out my Chinese on the native speaker who sat behind me in Freshman Latin. "Wo hui shuo yidianr putonghua!" I said proudly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, I speak the other dialect." Bad luck, I guess.
"You speak Cantonese?" I asked, confirming.
"Wait-no. Mandarin. Say that again?"
My tones, he told me, were awful.
Hello all,
I was wondering if the following introduction to a college essay about my passion for languages was confusing or overly wordy. Do the first couple sentences leave you scratching your head? How can I make it flow better?
Thanks in advance,
Alex
---------
"That one is Comrade Hu!"
I had no idea who Comrade Hu was, but as I listened to the State Department language tapes, I pictured hundreds of 1950s diplomats landing in China ready to pick him out of a crowd. There was no doubt about it: these tapes were old -- Mr. Hu almost certainly did not go by "comrade" anymore. But at a school that offered only French, Spanish, and Latin, I had resorted to the Foreign Service Institute's free language tapes to satiate my hunger to learn new languages.
In the confines of my room I persisted, committing words like "to come" and "to go" to memory and leaving words like "section chief" to the side. Finally, I mustered the nerve to try out my Chinese on the native speaker who sat behind me in Freshman Latin. "Wo hui shuo yidianr putonghua!" I said proudly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, I speak the other dialect." Bad luck, I guess.
"You speak Cantonese?" I asked, confirming.
"Wait-no. Mandarin. Say that again?"
My tones, he told me, were awful.