double post
sorry for the double post.
I'm sitting here doing my japanese homework and I just realized that I'm fluently reading and responding to these questions that are open ended and all regarding my opinion and writing essays and compositions about various subjects for various reasons. I quickly read the question that asks what my opinion is about an issue, a topic, or simply an action like going to school at the same time as working and I quickly respond with an opinion expressed as such without too much heavy thinking. I'm even learning to bull-shit in japanese. It's SWEET!
It was one of those moments where my opinion of myself and my abilities in japanese caught up to where my studies have taken me. It makes me feel kinda proud.
The good news is that I have a test on Monday that is going to take those feelings of self-confidence and assurance in my abilities and turn them into pudding without even lifting a personified, death-covered finger. I'll be spat back up with modest self confidence and an affinity towards remaining silent when I should just let the power of my voice rend the silence into ... well ... yeah, something so damned small that no one could even imagine, much less be eloquent enough to put words to it and its almighty smallness.
Yey
I'm sitting here doing my japanese homework and I just realized that I'm fluently reading and responding to these questions that are open ended and all regarding my opinion and writing essays and compositions about various subjects for various reasons. I quickly read the question that asks what my opinion is about an issue, a topic, or simply an action like going to school at the same time as working and I quickly respond with an opinion expressed as such without too much heavy thinking. I'm even learning to bull-shit in japanese. It's SWEET!
It was one of those moments where my opinion of myself and my abilities in japanese caught up to where my studies have taken me. It makes me feel kinda proud.
The good news is that I have a test on Monday that is going to take those feelings of self-confidence and assurance in my abilities and turn them into pudding without even lifting a personified, death-covered finger. I'll be spat back up with modest self confidence and an affinity towards remaining silent when I should just let the power of my voice rend the silence into ... well ... yeah, something so damned small that no one could even imagine, much less be eloquent enough to put words to it and its almighty smallness.
Yey