This week at my favorite local Thai restaurant, I experienced a first.
Living in a Chinese-speaking country, I am quite accustomed to the frustration of not being able to communicate clearly. I have a basic knowledge of Mandarin Chinese, but my language acquisition over the past year and a half has been relatively slow. Because Morrison is a “no Chinese zone” for the students who are supposed to be getting an American education, there is little opportunity (or need) to practice Chinese during my work week. Continue reading

