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Nihongo wa shi ni naite imasu

(Lit. "The Japanese language is currently making me dead." In other words "Japanese is killing me." There's probably an easier/more colloquial construction for that, but I'm pretty sure this one's right, gramatically...)

So, I'm in an intensive Japanese class this summer. We're going through all of second-year Japanese in 9 weeks. It's freakishly intense. I have about 4 hours of class, 3 hours of homework and 2 hours of studying a day, for a total of 9 hours of Japanese on the brain. The results... haven't been pretty. My difficulty putting phrases together in English is probably more the result of my lack of sleep than anything else, though; I've got to wake up at 8 every morning, but I still just can't get to sleep before 2 am.

I think I'm learning Japanese, though, so that's a plus. I can probably hold a (very slow) conversation about the weather right now. Yay.

I've got a new Japanese teacher, too. Well, new to me. This one's Japanese, not American, but she's also cute. Also like 32 and married, so don't even ask. She and the TAs, though, seem to assume that most people in the class are going to Japan to pick up chicks when it's over. A little strange, that.

I remain disturbed by how young everyone is. I'm partnered with a girl from my old Japanese class. She's 8 years younger than I am. 8 years. I feel so fucking old.

I'm far from the best student in class, but I'm far from the worst, too. That feels good. I wonder how long it'll last?

Comments (11)

Brian:

If you're feeling old being partnered with someone 8 years younger, then how am I supposed to feel knowing that I still remember the day I took you for your driving test?

I need to stop typing...this age thing is gonna get to me.

Eric:

Ah, I remember Japanese class. I, too, was never the best student, but I was rarely the worst in the class. Hooray for average!

The problem comes when all of the students who aren't getting it start to drop the class, and your buffer starts to shrink. The pressure's on, man.

Erik:

You think you're learning Japanese? You really think so?

Jason:

Brian - Yes, well. I'm old, you're ancient.

Eric - I dunno. It's a summer intensive course; the folks who are there seem to be there for the long haul. I mean, if you're staying at school over the summer for a course like this, you're already committed.

Bekah:

Just wait until you try to put a Russian sentence together: "Padoga wa harosho!"

Bekah:

Ahem. Pagoda. It's early, sue me.

Bekah:

Ahem. Pagoda. It's early, sue me.

Bekah:

*sigh*

Jason:

Hee hee. Probably not any problems, though - I'm not so much taking the Russian anymore.

Japanese will kill you, but when you rise from the ashes, you will be the most badass gaijin ever. I promise.

At least, that's what happened to me.

Jason:

Well, it has been a life-long goal of mine to be a badass, so...

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