Wǒ bù zhīdào

I’m not kidding when I say that – I mean, I really don’t know, half the time, as the Mandarin classes are getting more and more tricky, although it does help that in Chapter 8 we’ve started talking about cats and dogs, because to be honest that interests me a lot more than who is a student and whether or not I am going swimming tomorrow. Give me a xiăomāo any time.

I’m showing off, of course. Wish I was so cocksure in class.