Oh Kids....
I was just visited by Kotoha, my little host sister. She always insists that I wear my bracelet when she sees it on the floor, and doesn't seem to mind when I can't understand or respond to her. She just keeps talking, I smile and nod, and she laughs. It works out that way. She also likes opening doors. She scared the crap out of me when she yanked the door open to the toilet room while I was using it. Yet, she was so matter of fact about it, it didn't bother me at all, after I was done being shocked. I say this because she just opened the door to my room, and came in, talking. I of course, was in no shape to really answer, but she just smiled and went on to the next subject.
Ah kids. They make me forget I want to die.
You see, I am now sick AGAIN, with something worse than before. I'm hallucinating, and congested beyond belief. I don't think I've heard anything right since Saturday, and my ears keep popping painfully. I feel horrid, and dream actively of NyQuil. Oh, NyQuil. I am your slave forever. Please forgive the fact that I left you in the bathroom at home, figuring that I wouldn't need you. It was a MISTAKE.
Thus I am a sad little ryuugakusee. Which is Japanese for international student, or so Genki tells us. I miss Genki. It is much better than the textbook we are using now. It also teaches us many wonderful things. Like how to conjugate verbs, and how to use the dicitonary form of a verb to use te and nai. Kaitlin and I groused about that in class today. When I wasn't watching the room tilt invitingly. Most of class was like watching a badly filmed home movie, with the color and sound off, slowly tilting side to side as Yasashi Sensei taught us.
You see, I have a system of senseis. I can't remember names unless they are told me me a million times, so I made up names for my teachers at Kudan. My favorites are Yasashi Sensei and Genki Sensei. That translates to Nice Teacher and Lively Teacher. We have them for most of the week. Mondays we have ***** Sensei, who is rude and treats me like I'm a particuarly stupid 9yr old, and Friday we have Shizuka Sensei, who is quiet, and lets us play games. I hate Mondays. I hate them so much. This week was the last one though, as we take a test Monday to see how far we have come from when we can to Kudan. I fear I haven't come very far knowledge-wise. Yet, my conversation skills are better, and I do know a few things I didn't quite understand when I came here. So...maybe I will test nice and high. Maybe. If I can manage not being sick.
Well, I better end this rambling jumble of a post before I make someone's eyes bleed. That would not be very courteous of me. I am now off to hallucinate myself some dancing boys, and to take some more of this cough suppressant that I bought at the Kusuri today. Yay instructions I can't read!
Ah kids. They make me forget I want to die.
You see, I am now sick AGAIN, with something worse than before. I'm hallucinating, and congested beyond belief. I don't think I've heard anything right since Saturday, and my ears keep popping painfully. I feel horrid, and dream actively of NyQuil. Oh, NyQuil. I am your slave forever. Please forgive the fact that I left you in the bathroom at home, figuring that I wouldn't need you. It was a MISTAKE.
Thus I am a sad little ryuugakusee. Which is Japanese for international student, or so Genki tells us. I miss Genki. It is much better than the textbook we are using now. It also teaches us many wonderful things. Like how to conjugate verbs, and how to use the dicitonary form of a verb to use te and nai. Kaitlin and I groused about that in class today. When I wasn't watching the room tilt invitingly. Most of class was like watching a badly filmed home movie, with the color and sound off, slowly tilting side to side as Yasashi Sensei taught us.
You see, I have a system of senseis. I can't remember names unless they are told me me a million times, so I made up names for my teachers at Kudan. My favorites are Yasashi Sensei and Genki Sensei. That translates to Nice Teacher and Lively Teacher. We have them for most of the week. Mondays we have ***** Sensei, who is rude and treats me like I'm a particuarly stupid 9yr old, and Friday we have Shizuka Sensei, who is quiet, and lets us play games. I hate Mondays. I hate them so much. This week was the last one though, as we take a test Monday to see how far we have come from when we can to Kudan. I fear I haven't come very far knowledge-wise. Yet, my conversation skills are better, and I do know a few things I didn't quite understand when I came here. So...maybe I will test nice and high. Maybe. If I can manage not being sick.
Well, I better end this rambling jumble of a post before I make someone's eyes bleed. That would not be very courteous of me. I am now off to hallucinate myself some dancing boys, and to take some more of this cough suppressant that I bought at the Kusuri today. Yay instructions I can't read!