My cup overfloweth...
Today I found that not only do I really hate the pronounciation class I registered for but also that I made some grave error in choosing my classes way back when. This means that there's nothing I can drop and I still need to take one more class. This pisses me off to no end. Especially so, since I'd already picked my classes and checked that there was no overlap before I found that the course schedules were all different...
Today the guy from the gas company's coming to open the gas, so I can at least take a hot shower... This should make me less angry. But I'm still angry. Nothing helps.
I called the internet company today to bitch about the fact that it pisses me off that I have to supply them with a faxed copy of my alien registration card. I could feel myself tense up just from uttering the words "alien registration card". Apparently, when I get angry, my voice takes on this terse, clipped cadence even in japanese. The guy on the phone changed his manner completely. I guess people aren't used to angry calls here. Anyway, I find it incredibly degrading. As degrading as having to stand in a fucking line the whole afternoon yesterday, when we had the health examinations. At my uni, new students get a mailed invitation to the health exams. They get to pick the date they find suitable and have the check-up at their own leisure. Not here. Here students are herded in the yard like sheep to slaughter. They are assigned numbers. They have to stand in line, take off their clothes for a quick chest X-ray, and pee in the cup they're given. There were so many times I just wanted to scream and punch someone in the face. When I wrote to Koushi about it, he was surprised by my use of the word "slaughter-house". Apparently roughly 90% of the Japanese don't know this word. He only knew it by chance. ...that's what dictionaries are for, baby...
In short, there's a lot of things about this country that I absolutely adore, but also things I hate quite bitterly. Sadly, Waseda's very quickly becoming one of the things I hate.
Anyway, skipping the rest of todays classes because I'm too fucking pissed to attend them. Also, gotta fax the damn copy of the alien registration card and meet the guy from the gas company. I'm also getting a library card today, and if there's time, checking out some recycle shops near the new place.
Today the guy from the gas company's coming to open the gas, so I can at least take a hot shower... This should make me less angry. But I'm still angry. Nothing helps.
I called the internet company today to bitch about the fact that it pisses me off that I have to supply them with a faxed copy of my alien registration card. I could feel myself tense up just from uttering the words "alien registration card". Apparently, when I get angry, my voice takes on this terse, clipped cadence even in japanese. The guy on the phone changed his manner completely. I guess people aren't used to angry calls here. Anyway, I find it incredibly degrading. As degrading as having to stand in a fucking line the whole afternoon yesterday, when we had the health examinations. At my uni, new students get a mailed invitation to the health exams. They get to pick the date they find suitable and have the check-up at their own leisure. Not here. Here students are herded in the yard like sheep to slaughter. They are assigned numbers. They have to stand in line, take off their clothes for a quick chest X-ray, and pee in the cup they're given. There were so many times I just wanted to scream and punch someone in the face. When I wrote to Koushi about it, he was surprised by my use of the word "slaughter-house". Apparently roughly 90% of the Japanese don't know this word. He only knew it by chance. ...that's what dictionaries are for, baby...
In short, there's a lot of things about this country that I absolutely adore, but also things I hate quite bitterly. Sadly, Waseda's very quickly becoming one of the things I hate.
Anyway, skipping the rest of todays classes because I'm too fucking pissed to attend them. Also, gotta fax the damn copy of the alien registration card and meet the guy from the gas company. I'm also getting a library card today, and if there's time, checking out some recycle shops near the new place.