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I came home after the first day of Chinese school crying. A girl told me to close my eyes and then cracked all my knuckles, I had to wake up early on a Saturday and I got writing homework. It was not enjoyable. Things got better after that first day and friendships were made which made the learning experience easier. But my friends were not enough to keep me interested in attending the school, despite years of classes I was still doing poorly in reading and writing Chinese and my favorite part of Chinese school was the recess before and after class. For years I complained about having to go until I stopped going in the third grade. I think back to the opportunity of learning my native language and deeply regret that I wasn't more dedicated. When I was younger I spoke Chinese well enough so when my family and I went to China to see my relatives I could still communicate with them. A few years ago my grandparents came to spend a summer with my family and I was disappointed to find that I could not communicate with them. While I could understand what they were saying I could only speak broken Chinese and my grandparents could only speak broken English. I had only seen my grandparents once before then and I wished I knew Chinese so I could get to know them.
My family and I traveled back to China since our last trip eight years before. I was excited to see my relatives who had last seen me as a first grader and whom I had little memory of. Though I felt the love from my family the language was a barrier that prevented me from really knowing them and having a conversation without my mother having to translate. At that point I felt enormous pangs of regret for not having learned Chinese; I had missed out on bonding with my family and getting to know their life stories and personalities. I wish I had broken the language barrier between Chinese and English when I was younger and had the chance.
Not learning Chinese has been one of my biggest regrets and if I could go back I would have changed my habits and actions. If I could go back in time, back to the child I was I would never have quit Chinese school. I have now realized the doors language opens and have seen how a lack of language can impact life and relationships. If I was back at Chinese school as an eight year old I would have used the resources I had such as my parents and teacher. Instead of complaining about getting up early I would wake eager and ready to learn. Not only would I read my Chinese textbook but also the Chinese novels at my house. I would speak Chinese at home to keep myself in the mode of the dialect and these efforts combined would have allowed me to communicate with my family and others.
I came home after the first day of Chinese school crying. A girl told me to close my eyes and then cracked all my knuckles, I had to wake up early on a Saturday and I got writing homework. It was not enjoyable. Things got better after that first day and friendships were made which made the learning experience easier. But my friends were not enough to keep me interested in attending the school, despite years of classes I was still doing poorly in reading and writing Chinese and my favorite part of Chinese school was the recess before and after class. For years I complained about having to go until I stopped going in the third grade. I think back to the opportunity of learning my native language and deeply regret that I wasn't more dedicated. When I was younger I spoke Chinese well enough so when my family and I went to China to see my relatives I could still communicate with them. A few years ago my grandparents came to spend a summer with my family and I was disappointed to find that I could not communicate with them. While I could understand what they were saying I could only speak broken Chinese and my grandparents could only speak broken English. I had only seen my grandparents once before then and I wished I knew Chinese so I could get to know them.
My family and I traveled back to China since our last trip eight years before. I was excited to see my relatives who had last seen me as a first grader and whom I had little memory of. Though I felt the love from my family the language was a barrier that prevented me from really knowing them and having a conversation without my mother having to translate. At that point I felt enormous pangs of regret for not having learned Chinese; I had missed out on bonding with my family and getting to know their life stories and personalities. I wish I had broken the language barrier between Chinese and English when I was younger and had the chance.
Not learning Chinese has been one of my biggest regrets and if I could go back I would have changed my habits and actions. If I could go back in time, back to the child I was I would never have quit Chinese school. I have now realized the doors language opens and have seen how a lack of language can impact life and relationships. If I was back at Chinese school as an eight year old I would have used the resources I had such as my parents and teacher. Instead of complaining about getting up early I would wake eager and ready to learn. Not only would I read my Chinese textbook but also the Chinese novels at my house. I would speak Chinese at home to keep myself in the mode of the dialect and these efforts combined would have allowed me to communicate with my family and others.