[image error]She had just turned eighteen. It was the fall of her freshman year at that college in the mountains.
The college was famous for its language classes, and she was good at languages, so she signed up for Russian. It was the weirdest, for lack of a better word, language offered.
Then she received a letter stating that Chinese would now be offered. Chinese? she thought. Well. That certainly outdid Russian in its unusual-ness.
She signed up.
Chinese I met every morning from 8-9, and again every...
Published on April 21, 2010 19:24