My Pitiful Cantonese
Tonight’s sermon was in Cantonese. Because of that, they needed me to sing in Cantonese and I spoke a few sentences that people seemed to understand. I don’t understand them though! I have to be very careful when I announce the hymn or psalm but not being able to understand them is worse. If someone has a verse they don’t understand, they can look it up in a book. First they sing a song together, then explain it. Sometimes I think it’s ridiculous because some don’t understand Cantonese and some don’t understand Mandarin. By 9:20, the beginning of the evening school’s bible class, Mr. Xie John was tired from teaching too hard so he asked me to replace him once. Between the two classes, there were only three girls. Half the students don’t understand Cantonese so when I speak a paragraph, Powell needs to repeat it to help those who don’t understand.
Cantonese is really difficult to learn. I’m afraid it’s because I’m getting older. It’s always difficult to learn a language but, if every day is like today, I’m going to be pitiful forever!
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