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boop de loop de moop ohhh, boop de loop!

That's not Chinese in my title just a little happy song bopping through my head as I think about being done with language school.

Yesterday was it.  The last day.  No more schedules to figure out every semester.  No more wondering which teacher I'll get.  No more.  

Formal study may be over but learning Chinese is not.  This morning for some odd reason I thought about something catching on fire and I thought, 'I don't remember how to say that in Chinese'.  So, after 2 years of study I'd have to call the fire department and say something like, 'Fire is on my room.  I mean, fire is in my house.  Do you understand?'.

I took 2 test on Wednesday.  I have to say that I am very proud of my Chinese character recognition in The Book.  There were a few passages that I had to read where I knew every single character and didn't even hesitate while reading.  I don't think I can describe how amazing that feels.  I LOVE reading the passage in John when Jesus asks Peter, 'Do you love me?' three times.  So I was so happy when my teacher chose that passage for me to read and explain.

It is just mind boggling how great our God is.  If you ever start wondering if God still performs miracles then just remember that I was able to read 10 passages from The Book in Chinese and explain them in Chinese.  Honestly, I am not trying to be overly dramatic.  If this was Spanish we were talking about, yes this would be over the top, but this is Mandarin - the one with 4 tones (5 really) and a whole new form of reading.  It is a miracle.

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