Yesterday, as part of the requirement for my scholarship, I had to go speak Thai to my professor for ten minutes in her office. I had to prepare twenty or so sentences about myself (in Thai) so she could in turn ask me questions (in Thai) to see if I understood what she was saying and could respond sensibly (in Thai, of course). Having only the most rudimentary grasp of the language, I gave an expanded version of the following: “I like chicken fry. My sister forty years old. Sacramento lives my family, but New York City lives me seventeen years. Grapes are sweet. My house lives next to hospital. I drive green car.”
I’m not sure when the sweetness of grapes became classified under personal information, but it’s one of the few things I know how to say clearly. Unfortunately, after the exam I realized that, in addition to blathering on about grapes, I told the professor that the city of Sacramento has no telephones, but there is a city called Tahoe very close to Sacramento. In Tahoe there is a large telephone, and it is very beautiful. But I never use Telephone Tahoe because it is very cold.
Crap.
Friday, December 14, 2007
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3 comments:
too funny i love it, i suck at languages, i failed french, and i cheated, I slept thorugh german, somehow past? i think it had to do with the teacher being a craddle robber, and robbed my friends. for our test we were at a german resturant and we were not allowed to speak english, ya well lets just say someone else had to order for me because everytime i said anything the waiter swore at me in german.
That was awesome! My hubby and I spent some time in Thailand and he giggled like a schoolboy when he learned that it was polite for him to say crap after every sentence. (he struggled with pronounciation)
Should have told her the "Robe Unbutton" story. THAT would win anyone over...
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