すばらしき日曜日*SHOT*
しゅくだいをする前に練習する。クリスちゃんみたいだよ！
Before I do my homework, I'm gonna practice. Just like sharpwind!
昨日の夜はちょっと大変だったよ。日本語もえいようのしゅくだいをしながら、本当におちこんだったんだ。その一番きらいな質問の「日本に留学したと思ったのはどうしてですか。」に聞いたんだ。また、えいようのしゅくだいは「新しい食べ物を食べてみて。」だったんだ。もう一度自分の実情を考えて、かなしくなった。やっぱり、アメリカで外国の文化を習えないと思ったんだ。その時、しゅくだいを休んで、「ヘタリア」のコムを見ていて、韓国人もアメリカ人もようにについてことファンフィックを読んだ。本当に感動していて、泣いた。しゅくだいをあきらめて、自分の実情についてこと物語を書いた。元気になったけど、もう少しきんちょうした。
Last night was a little tough, you guys. While I was doing my Japanese and nutrition homework, I got really depressed. It asked me my least favorite question, "Why do you think you'd want to study abroad in Japan?" Also, my nutrition homework was "Try eating new foods." [I'm sorry, I couldn't really explain this properly in Japanese, but basically we're supposed to go out and eat five ethnic foods we've NEVER EATEN before and then report back on them. I'd been having some difficulties with that around here, as you might imagine. Anyway.] Once more, I thought about my situation and became sad. After all, I thought, you can't learn about other cultures in America. At that time, I stopped doing homework and read a fic on the Hetalia comm about being both Korean and American. [Again, I couldn't do this justice in Japanese. The story was a shockingly well-done self-insert about the author, a Korean-American, going to Korea and unknowingly ending up talking to...well, KOREA (the character) and discussing with him her troubles about being neither Korean nor American but something else in between.] It really moved me, and I cried. [Shit, I BAWLED. I don't know how that verb would translate X_x] I gave up on my homework and wrote a story about my own situation. It made me feel better, but I was still a little worried.
今朝起きて、車に入って、カックウードハイウェイで運転していた。たくさん店に入って、新しい食べ物が何もないけど。韓国のレストランをさがしていたけど、長い間さがしてから何も見つけられなかった。運転すること続いた。最終ウィルミングトンに着いた、小さいインドのレストランを見つけた。入ったが、他の人がだれもいなかった。五分ぐらい後にマネージャが出て、いすを教えてくれた。そのレストランの高かないバーフェーを注文して、たくさんおいしくて新しい食べ物を食べてみた。マネージャも料理長がうれしそうだったし、ちょっと食べるすぎたけど、大丈夫だったんだ。私がおいしい食べ物を見つけたからうれしくて、マネージャたちがその食べ物を食べている人がそこにいっていたからもうれしかった。昼ご飯の後で、右のインドのスーパーがあったから、そこに行った。料理長が一緒に行って、いい食品を見つけてくれた。うれしく思って、たくさん食品を持っていた私はそのスーパーを出て、もう一度車に入った。そのけいけんに感動して、アパートに運転しながらもう少し私の実情をわかってなったんだ。
This morning I woke up, got in my car, and drove on Kirkwood Highway. I entered a lot of shops but didn't find any new foods. I was looking for a Korean restaurant, but after driving for a long time, I couldn't find it. I continued driving. Finally I arrived in Wilmington and found a small Indian restaurant. I entered, but no one else was there. After about five minutes the manager came out and showed me a seat. I ordered the inexpensive buffet [$8!!] and tried a lot of new and delicious foods. Because the manager and the chef looked so happy, I ate a little too much, but it was okay. I was happy because I found delicious food, and they were happy because there was someone there eating their food. After lunch, there was an Indian food mart to the right of the restaurant [run by the same people] so I went there. The chef came with me and helped me find the good stuff [lit. delicious food products, but that sounds funny ;)]. Gratefully, I left with a lot of stuff and once again got into my car. That experience really moved me, and as I drove back to my apartment I came to terms with my situation a little more.
YAY SAP. Okay, gryfeathr, feel free to point out all my mistakes now =P
Before I do my homework, I'm gonna practice. Just like sharpwind!
昨日の夜はちょっと大変だったよ。日本語もえいようのしゅくだいをしながら、本当におちこんだったんだ。その一番きらいな質問の「日本に留学したと思ったのはどうしてですか。」に聞いたんだ。また、えいようのしゅくだいは「新しい食べ物を食べてみて。」だったんだ。もう一度自分の実情を考えて、かなしくなった。やっぱり、アメリカで外国の文化を習えないと思ったんだ。その時、しゅくだいを休んで、「ヘタリア」のコムを見ていて、韓国人もアメリカ人もようにについてことファンフィックを読んだ。本当に感動していて、泣いた。しゅくだいをあきらめて、自分の実情についてこと物語を書いた。元気になったけど、もう少しきんちょうした。
Last night was a little tough, you guys. While I was doing my Japanese and nutrition homework, I got really depressed. It asked me my least favorite question, "Why do you think you'd want to study abroad in Japan?" Also, my nutrition homework was "Try eating new foods." [I'm sorry, I couldn't really explain this properly in Japanese, but basically we're supposed to go out and eat five ethnic foods we've NEVER EATEN before and then report back on them. I'd been having some difficulties with that around here, as you might imagine. Anyway.] Once more, I thought about my situation and became sad. After all, I thought, you can't learn about other cultures in America. At that time, I stopped doing homework and read a fic on the Hetalia comm about being both Korean and American. [Again, I couldn't do this justice in Japanese. The story was a shockingly well-done self-insert about the author, a Korean-American, going to Korea and unknowingly ending up talking to...well, KOREA (the character) and discussing with him her troubles about being neither Korean nor American but something else in between.] It really moved me, and I cried. [Shit, I BAWLED. I don't know how that verb would translate X_x] I gave up on my homework and wrote a story about my own situation. It made me feel better, but I was still a little worried.
今朝起きて、車に入って、カックウードハイウェイで運転していた。たくさん店に入って、新しい食べ物が何もないけど。韓国のレストランをさがしていたけど、長い間さがしてから何も見つけられなかった。運転すること続いた。最終ウィルミングトンに着いた、小さいインドのレストランを見つけた。入ったが、他の人がだれもいなかった。五分ぐらい後にマネージャが出て、いすを教えてくれた。そのレストランの高かないバーフェーを注文して、たくさんおいしくて新しい食べ物を食べてみた。マネージャも料理長がうれしそうだったし、ちょっと食べるすぎたけど、大丈夫だったんだ。私がおいしい食べ物を見つけたからうれしくて、マネージャたちがその食べ物を食べている人がそこにいっていたからもうれしかった。昼ご飯の後で、右のインドのスーパーがあったから、そこに行った。料理長が一緒に行って、いい食品を見つけてくれた。うれしく思って、たくさん食品を持っていた私はそのスーパーを出て、もう一度車に入った。そのけいけんに感動して、アパートに運転しながらもう少し私の実情をわかってなったんだ。
This morning I woke up, got in my car, and drove on Kirkwood Highway. I entered a lot of shops but didn't find any new foods. I was looking for a Korean restaurant, but after driving for a long time, I couldn't find it. I continued driving. Finally I arrived in Wilmington and found a small Indian restaurant. I entered, but no one else was there. After about five minutes the manager came out and showed me a seat. I ordered the inexpensive buffet [$8!!] and tried a lot of new and delicious foods. Because the manager and the chef looked so happy, I ate a little too much, but it was okay. I was happy because I found delicious food, and they were happy because there was someone there eating their food. After lunch, there was an Indian food mart to the right of the restaurant [run by the same people] so I went there. The chef came with me and helped me find the good stuff [lit. delicious food products, but that sounds funny ;)]. Gratefully, I left with a lot of stuff and once again got into my car. That experience really moved me, and as I drove back to my apartment I came to terms with my situation a little more.
YAY SAP. Okay, gryfeathr, feel free to point out all my mistakes now =P