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i had two finals today--general japanese and composition. the sensei for composition is one of the most frightening people i've ever met. aging, short, wrinkled, unmarried, defined by excessive blue eyeshadow. mocked by all of her students and notorious for unteaching the japanese language. i kind of feel sorry for her, but at the same time she does things like schedule another class after the final exam. what the fuck are we going to do for an hour and a half? she'll hand back our exams and painstakingly go over each question like a lawnmower going over a bed of rocks and we'll sit there text messaging each other.
at least classes are nearly over. i'm so excited about getting back to real classes taught by professors who are actually engaging. i haven't had an intelligent in-class conversation since last december. contemporary japanese lit. has come close, but no one listens to each other during class. people just direct their opinions towards the professor and don't take too much notice of what other people say. nothing is built. no one grows. blah blah blah.
there was an earthquake fifteen minutes ago. my desk shook and jiggled for about a second and then stopped. there were similar vibrations prowling throughout tokyo last summer, but the last true earthquake i was experienced was during senior year of high school in seattle. i'd been cast as mushnik in little shop of horrors and i think we were practicing "mushnik and son" that day. i was up on stage and all of a sudden everything starts shaking like crazy. i looked up and saw all the stage lights dancing around like cramped, oversized flowers in the wind. no one really knew what to do--people just stood there in shock for three or four seconds. by that time, i'd flung myself under a chair but soon realized that this wasn't really necessary and got up. we all walked outside and by the time we'd left the building the earthquake had stopped. i think the magnitude was somewhere around 5.6--not massive, but still pretty big. it trashed my dad's office: his bookcases came alive and spewed their contents all over the floor and i think his painting crashed onto the floor.
bummer, i remember thinking. luckily he wasn't in his office at the time.
sometimes i feel like i'm the only person in the world who appreciates dane cook. i know that's not true because i saw him live with like eight of my friends back home, but everyone here is unimpressed. simon's reaction was the best: "i don't really like observational comedy." i laughed my ass off at that.
at least classes are nearly over. i'm so excited about getting back to real classes taught by professors who are actually engaging. i haven't had an intelligent in-class conversation since last december. contemporary japanese lit. has come close, but no one listens to each other during class. people just direct their opinions towards the professor and don't take too much notice of what other people say. nothing is built. no one grows. blah blah blah.
there was an earthquake fifteen minutes ago. my desk shook and jiggled for about a second and then stopped. there were similar vibrations prowling throughout tokyo last summer, but the last true earthquake i was experienced was during senior year of high school in seattle. i'd been cast as mushnik in little shop of horrors and i think we were practicing "mushnik and son" that day. i was up on stage and all of a sudden everything starts shaking like crazy. i looked up and saw all the stage lights dancing around like cramped, oversized flowers in the wind. no one really knew what to do--people just stood there in shock for three or four seconds. by that time, i'd flung myself under a chair but soon realized that this wasn't really necessary and got up. we all walked outside and by the time we'd left the building the earthquake had stopped. i think the magnitude was somewhere around 5.6--not massive, but still pretty big. it trashed my dad's office: his bookcases came alive and spewed their contents all over the floor and i think his painting crashed onto the floor.
bummer, i remember thinking. luckily he wasn't in his office at the time.
sometimes i feel like i'm the only person in the world who appreciates dane cook. i know that's not true because i saw him live with like eight of my friends back home, but everyone here is unimpressed. simon's reaction was the best: "i don't really like observational comedy." i laughed my ass off at that.