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Admittedly, I don't get much relief from the grind this term. Get up, get on the train, go to class, get on the train, go to work, get on the train, go home, study. And I study on the train, too. Sometimes I'll vary the commute with reading the paper. With all the focus on celebrities or the nuclear problem, they've been pretty uninformative, but I did find this piece in the Yomiuri Shimbun this morning. Then I verified it with my university. Students can turn in reports on their volunteer work in cleaning up after the disaster for class credit. The university clarified that I wouldn't be allowed into disaster zones without training, which is fair. You don't want an inexperienced kid getting hurt, after all. Been there, done that, got the nifty armguard eaten by nonexistence.
So I call Dad, who's still on disaster relief detail and I haven't seen him in months, and tell him about this hoping that maybe I can do a weekend thing or maybe volunteer between semesters. He's silent for the longest time, then tells me no, absolutely not, and to focus on my studies and work and not even think about going out there. I argue that I can at least take a few breaks every now and then. We go back and forth for a bit. Then he goes silent and I swear if he could, he'd use math equations to show me what he's thinking because math person (him) and language person (me) just don't communicate right ever. Then he hangs up on me. I fully expect the silent treatment for the next few days.
Argh.
(OOC: Strikes are thoughts. Info from Todai comes from here.)
So I call Dad, who's still on disaster relief detail and I haven't seen him in months, and tell him about this hoping that maybe I can do a weekend thing or maybe volunteer between semesters. He's silent for the longest time, then tells me no, absolutely not, and to focus on my studies and work and not even think about going out there. I argue that I can at least take a few breaks every now and then. We go back and forth for a bit. Then he goes silent and I swear if he could, he'd use math equations to show me what he's thinking because math person (him) and language person (me) just don't communicate right ever. Then he hangs up on me. I fully expect the silent treatment for the next few days.
Argh.
(OOC: Strikes are thoughts. Info from Todai comes from here.)