Leveling up and out
December 10, 2009
There’s a significantly different feeling between a typical vacation to a foreign country and a long-term study abroad. During my 18 day romp through Europe, there was a ton of stress to get things done and see what you needed to see. Enjoying yourself seemed to take a backseat to checking off a list of everything you needed to do before you left. It requires a different kind of personality to take a week long vacation in a very vibrant place, be content to sightsee only when you feel like it, and otherwise just enjoy yourself.
Obviously, looking forward to a six-month stay, I didn’t feel that urge to get everything done. There was no ticking clock compelling to make every day count. If my plans for a weekend were ruined by rain, I would just shrug it off and try it again in one of the many upcoming weekends. No sense of urgency, no real reason to get worked up.
I don’t need to look at a calendar to tell me that the end is drawing near. I’m starting to feel antsy, I find myself more conscious of what’s taking my time and I want to make the most of what time I have left. There are no more holidays. One more full week of class, one more final exam, two more weekends. The upcoming one will be the most free, because there are things scheduled for the last weekend. So, although I’ve been able to watch weekends come and go and figure that there will be plenty more, that ends now. I don’t quite know what I want to do. I’m kind of okay without knowing that. All the weekends that I’ve truly enjoyed involved stumbling upon something that I didn’t expect. The best I can hope to do is go to some of the last places that I haven’t set foot in yet.
I’m also feeling classes wind down. Although there’s nothing relaxing about the tests that are scheduled for the remaining eight days of classes, I seem to have lost the mindset that I had early on — I’ve got six months to devote almost purely to language learning, let’s see how far I can get. The push to get to the JLPT 2 level feels more crazy as I look back on it. I can’t remember ever devoting so much of my time and energy toward a single objective. At school, where I’ve averaged 18 credits over 6 semesters, it’s always felt like I could concentrate on one subject only as much as the other classes would allow me. I wanted to devote myself to my Cinematography class, but I had history classes with demanding work loads. I wanted to succeed in my graphic design classes, but communication classes soaked up my energy until I could just sputter out a passable project. But over these two semesters, I’ve taken a total of 24 credits on one subject. I managed to get further than I expected and I feel something that I hardly ever feel: genuine satisfaction that I gave it all I had.
I’m not going to lie. It hurts to still get slapped with 69 and 70 percent grades on tests like I did today. But I need to put it in perspective. The Japanese language is significantly harder for western students. When I think about how frustrated I get about not being as good as my friend Encaron (Chinese), I think about how he’s grown up his whole life knowing the kanji. When he sees a compound in Japanese, there’s a good chance that it looks very similar to a word in Chinese. He understands words just by seeing them, and can give an educated guess on the reading (which is often accurate). I, and all my American classmates, had to learn from step one. Literally, we had to be taught that “δΈ€” means “one”, and that it is read “ichi”, except when it is read “hito” or “itsu” or “i” or “kazu” or one of eight other readings. It was a nice motivator to pretend like we were on the same level and I could get ahead by just working harder. But it’s time to come back to reality. This is a freakishly hard language for westerners to learn. Every gaijin living over here who has a working command of the language, I give complete props to. It’s a very long, steep road to walk, and the number of people who think “gee whiz, I’ll learn Japanese” is much, much larger than the number of people who can actually pass JLPT 1. I don’t care if you had the luxury of classes available to you since junior high, or a large Japanese population in your home town, or a Japanese friend you could practice with. All the Americans at KCP deserve a ton just for making it over there.
I’m not complaining. And it’s not like I’m suddenly realizing that this is a hopeless endeavor. I started learning because it seemed hard. I figured if I had one really difficult-to-acquire skill under my belt by the time I graduated from college, then I could look back and feel like I deserved some of the responsibilities and freedoms that adulthood naturally give you. I used to call it “justifying yourself.” When you hit age 22, it would be nice to say that you accomplished something. So I’m completely okay with this being difficult. It will make it that much satisfying when I can finally reach the peak of this metaphorical mountain. For now, I’ve found a nice spot to stop on the side, where I can look back at the path I just walked and appreciate the view.
So, I’ll still do everything I can to do well on the final exam. Getting out of this place with straight A’s (on the “80 and above = A” scale that KCP thankfully employs) would be a nice stat to pat myself on the back with. But for the most part, I know that this huge ordeal that was so long on the horizon is about to come to an end, I met it head on and performed as well as I could hope.
In the end, that’s what this trip was about. I know that the travelogues kept people interested, and my pictures may have been a nice touch, but in the end the point of this trip was to stop complaining about how circumstances are always less than ideal and doing what I could with the time and the resources given to me.
So I’ll take my 69 and my 70% papers home, look over my mistakes and try to learn from them, but I’ll ignore the note written next to my score. “A little bit more!” Mr. and Mrs. KCP, you’ve gotten everything I have to give.
JLPT
December 6, 2009
So, I randomly had 125 hits to this blog yesterday with no referrer (which means people are typing henrymatt.com into their address bar). I have no idea what caused this. The internet is weird.
Today was the culmination of a lot of hard work. True, a lot of times I say that I work hard and I don’t really work hard, but I spent four consecutive weekends in the library, including the afternoons of Tuesday and Thursdays and whatever time I could fit in the cracks going back about three months preparing for today, the JLPT.
Back in June, I figured that by this time I could take level 3 if I was feeling bored, but level 2 was way out of reach. But during midterm consultations with one of my teachers, she told me that I could probably take level 2 and have a good chance at passing it. Considering that I usually have much more delusional expectations of myself than others, this surprised me enough that I decided to give it a shot.
The course content of level 4 at KCP targets some JLPT 2 material specifically (under the creative title of “JLPT 2 Grammar”). The idea is that by level 5, all the material for the JLPT 2 has been covered in class. Me and many of my classmates who also took the test, being in level 4, had to do some significant work outside of class in order to have a chance.
Regardless of whether or not I actually passed the test (which I at no point considered a done deal — even now), it was nice to have some sort of guide post to look to. As I’ve thoroughly documented in this blog, I came to Japan with a very lopsided understanding of the language. I knew a ton of kanji but I didn’t know any of the words that people actually use in daily life. I could carry a conversation, but I would make about three errors a sentence and nobody ever corrected me. In my first semester at KCP, I would go from finding certain things incredibly easy to suddenly be completely lost in a five minute span. This is because I taught myself, and I’m a terrible teacher.
So one of the main things that attracted me to attempting the test is that it would allow me to get my skill level up to a certain, standardized point. Every category of the language needs to get to a certain, definite point. It forces you to work hard on the parts you’re weak at and balance everything out. So, while having a certificate that says I passed JLPT 2 would be nice, I was more looking forward to being able to concretely measure where I’m at. I now know that JLPT 2 books are going to contain material that I’ve already covered and JLPT 1 books are going to contain something new. All across the board. So I don’t need to think “oh, this book would be good for grammar but the kanji is way too easy” or “here’s a good book for kanji but holy crap these example sentences are ridiculous”.
Going forward, past the sheltered environment of KCP where I am protected from my own foolish mistakes, this is important for choosing my own self study curriculum. I also talked with a level 5 teacher and he said that I could basically just get some JLPT 1 test preparation books and it would be pretty similar to the curriculum I would have gotten in level 5 and 6.
But as for the test itself… I went to sleep really early the night before and woke up at 6:00 in order that I could act like a responsible student and take a shower, have breakfast, and be alert enough for test. It took about an hour to get to the test site, a university. The staff of the test were all very professionally dressed, with a yellow band around their arms indicating they were staff. I found my way into room 202, a large classroom with about 64 seats. The demographics were pretty predictable: mostly Korean or Chinese, with a lot of Malaysian students as well. Of the western kids, I found out that most of them were actually Italian. In my classroom, there were perhaps four Americans including me, although I can’t know for sure.
One thing I was happy about was that I was seated in the very middle, in the second row back. The listening comprehension exercises at school are typically from a cassette tape (seriously, Japan?) and the recording quality ranges from bad (the professionally made tapes) to awful (the ones that KCP teachers recorded themselves, from the sounds of it, in one of the bathrooms). It’s perhaps a cop-out to blame poor performance on this, but it’s kind of a big deal.
The JLPT is split into three sections, with a break between each one. The first section was Vocabulary/Sentences. This mainly focused on the usage of words, and matching kanji compounds with their readings. If it’s possible for me to say I have one section that I’m good at, it’s this. After the first section, I was feeling pretty cocky. There were also about three questions that I only knew the answer because I had studied them the day before. That’s probably more luck than anything, but so often in tests I get asked the one word that I didn’t study, so it was nice to have a reversal when it actually mattered.
The second section is the dreaded listening comprehension. But I found that it was surprisingly manageable when I actually hung on each word like grim death. In class, perhaps my eyes glaze over a bit during the long listening comprehension lessons. For the hour that this section took place though, I made sure to listen to every word. One of my teachers gave me advice when I brought up my difficulty with listening comprehension at the most recent midterm discussion; to visualize something while listening. I found that trying to listen to each word and hoping that no words I’ve never heard of pop up just results in my entire train of thought being shafted as soon as those words inevitably do pop up. Instead, my teacher told me to imagine the situation being described as a situation, cast friends in the roles, and just build the image in your head with the description from the audio. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this, because I’m a visual person to a fault, but it made a lot of sense when I put it into practice and the listening section went well in part because of it.
After the second section, I grabbed just enough lunch that it would keep me running but not so much that I would get tired like I always do. I also had a chance to talk to one of the Italian dudes, who was a designer. I like to glorify what I do as “motion graphic design”, so I was able to talk to him a little about that. I find that getting burnt out is a state unrepairable by anything but sleep, so it was nice to talk about something completely not Japanese for a few minutes. Similarly, when I study in the library, I often go and look at the English books when I start to feel the onset of burn out.
The third section is reading comprehension and grammar. It was worth the same amount of points as the last two sections combined, so I couldn’t coast on it. Whether or not I can do reading comprehension well or not is depending on my mental state, and I haven’t exactly pinned down the formula to get to said state. Sometimes I’ll just look at a sentence and think “that makes no dang sense” and sometimes I’ll breeze through a paragraph.
The reading comprehension confirmed my suspicion that the practice books I was using actually contained harder material than the test itself. Usually in a long passage, there will be about eight very difficult words with footnotes that explained the meaning, but there were perhaps twice that many words within the passage that were just as hard. In the test, I understood almost all the words and even some of those that were called out in footnotes. The questions were a little abstract for my liking. There were hardly any questions that had answers that jumped out as definitely right or definitely wrong. I also had to read very quickly. Although I didn’t bring a clock with me, my internal clock was telling me to book it even though the meaning of the sentences were a little uncertain. After all, it would be a shame to not get to the 40 grammar questions because I was hung up on the 20 reading questions.
Accepting that I was not going to get a hundred percent on the reading, I finished up and moved onto grammar. Here, I also had to thank the books I used to prepare for the test, as I recognized a lot of question patterns. As I got closer and closer to the end, I started to think that it would probably be very cathartic to finally be done with this. Just ten more, just five more, just two more… I literally filled in the last bubble as the proctor called time. And rather than feeling as if I completed something large, I felt like there was still a lot of work to do yet. All memory of the first two sections were gone, and I was too focused on all the half-guesses I had to make during this section. I still had a lot of work to do…. not in order to pass the test — I think worst case scenario I still pass — but in order to get to the point where I can leave here feeling like I’ve really accomplished something. How’s that for lame? Look, I’m trying to feel good about my accomplishments, but my brain won’t let me. Oh well.
As a reward for myself, I went to Kinokuniya and bought a book in English. Reading it on the train back to Minami Senju was a nice feeling. Like, “ha, I can understand every word!” And then the word “exsanguinate” popped up and even that cockiness was gone.
Oh, by the way, we have a test tomorrow and some homework due as well. It’s a good thing I don’t have a social life over here…
oh hey
November 30, 2009
After some long period of time finally gets over, I always hear people say “that sure went fast”. Summers, school years, childhoods. Yes, it’s a period of time that you once perceived as lasting forever, so realizing that it actually has an ending can be shocking, but why do people think it went fast? It’s almost an insult to say that it went slowly. Like you were counting down the minutes until it got over. That’s somewhat true. I think there’s some scientific merit to my thought that 80 minutes in my Intro to Theology class actually lasts 110 minutes. But at the same time, if you don’t live your life with your nose completely to the grindstone, it’s completely possible that a long, fun period of time could draw to an end without seeming as if it flew by.
The first semester was filled with moments of genuine relaxation. With the memory of a Europe trip last summer that cut a gash through the continent in just 13 days leaving me exhausted just thinking about it, I made sure that I studied, went out, slept in, and explored at my own pace for this trip. Looking back, it wasn’t a blur. I remember vividly spending hours walking from one Tokyo landmark to another, even though it would take 110 yen and five minutes to take the subway. I passed up on listening to my iPod in the trains or sleeping, and instead let it last exactly as long as it was supposed to. I’m not going to look back on that 18 hour train ride from Hiroshima to Tokyo and claim that time sped by.
This semester, however. This semester sped by. My daily routine puts every hour at a premium. I can’t walk home from from school at 12:30 and think that I have 10 hours to do 2 hours of homework. I have to shove things out of the way in order to find time to study more than the bare minimum. I stopped working on Tuesdays and Thursdays this month so I could study, I’ve tried to do whatever studying I could on the subway, my weekends have been relegated to the library, and the primary impulse to update this blog is obligation rather than a genuine desire. Every night, when I go to bed, I’m always surprised that I’m here once again. Another day ticked by.
I’m sure this comes across as complaining, but it’s really not. I’ve never been this busy in my life, and it’s great. I go to school in the morning because I want to, I go to a job in the afternoon because I want to (the money is a nice bonus), and I study for classes and the upcoming JLPT because I am finally in an opportune environment for it. I don’t have any problem with being busy (to a degree), but it does tend to make time fly. Like how in June, I was amazed how close I was to something that had always been a remote plan of mine, I’m amazed how close I am to this whole thing being over. At the same time, it’s not over. And I’m a little miffed at myself for even discussing this. I mentioned at the end of last semester how much I would hate being ripped away from this place after just three months. If anything, it seems worse after six.
So, sure. I’m looking forward to next semester. But I hope time flies by a little slower after the JLPT test next weekend. And I wish my teachers would stop talking about “when you get to level 5″.
(Yes, there are still some things I’m behind on when it comes to blog posts, but I’ll get to them before this whole thing is over.)
Midterms again
November 16, 2009
*note: this post originally had a very well-written recap of my 5K race, but the wireless cut out so it stopped autosaving. When I clicked submit, I promptly lost that entire half of my post. I’ll recap again sometime when I’m not angry, but I’ll just post the second half for now, which loses all its impact without comical hijinks of the race as a contrast.
It’s midterms time again, and thus my semesterly pledge to myself to work harder than I did the first half. Ever since my Sophomore year of college, I would kind of waft through the first half, get to midterms and then fight to the end (before my Sophomore year of college, I would waft through the first half and then waft through the second half).
Granted, there was no wafting this semester — you waft at KCP you get the horns in a hurry — but there’s always room for improvement. Starting last week, I stopped working on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I could have at least four hours on those days for dedicated study time. I’m able to fit in the study I need from day to day at night, but I run out of time to do the extra things one needs to do to succeed in this school. I also need to allocate some time for JLPT study. The JLPT, by the way, is in 20 days. For the last three or four weeks, I have been living in the library on weekends. They open at 9:30 and close at 7:30, and I’m there for about the entire time. It’s not like I’m gripping a pencil ’til my hands turn red, writing feverishly in a notebook until the sweat from my brow and my tears form a pool on my desk. It’s a relaxed atmosphere, and being at the library gives me an opportunity to check out as many American CDs as I can (which usually have Japan-exclusive bonus tracks).
Part of it is the incoming tests, but a significant part is that in 38 days I’ll be leaving this — the best learning environment I’ve ever been in — so I can go back to school. It’ll be back to fitting Japanese study into the cracks using my own ill-conceived methods. The graph of my improvement will level off so quickly that skateboarders will do kickflips off it. I’ll have things that I’m working on next semester, such as two semesters and a few side projects I’m pursuing, but I’d be lying if I said that it isn’t nice being able to focus on just one thing.
As for this midterm test, I don’t feel particularly good or bad about it. It’s going to be on the good side, but the school has beaten the impulse to feel good about a test out of me. I will say that the holes that resulted from 6 years of self study and jumping into a higher level are just about filled. I very rarely make simple mistakes about particles and verb conjugation. I’m still below average on listening comprehension, so I’ve been focusing on that pretty heavily over the last few weeks. It still takes me a while to hear a word, visualize the kanji, and then understand the meaning. With any luck, upon leaving this school I’ll be at the same level as anybody else who can pass JLPT 2. In order to do that, I need to take advantage of the last six weeks and make sure the last holes are filled.
Rent a Gaijin
November 11, 2009
I was alerted some time a few weeks ago that I would be spending the night at a friend of my host family’s house during an upcoming vacation day. Apparently they were thinking about having a foreign exchange student stay at their house in the near future and they wanted to try it out. Granted, I knew the family because we played tennis, but it felt a little like I was getting rented out.
In addition to the mother and father, there are three kids in the apartment — part of the same complex as the apartment room I live in. The oldest is 12, there’s a 9 year old and a 6 year old boy. I get a kick out of the youngest, Taisei. He always wants me to play Beyblades (which is like Battle Dreydel) and seems to idolize the celebrities who appear on variety tv shows over here. He’s even trying to develop his own ippatsu gags (what the heck is that?) Despite being almost violently energetic, he is never obnoxious. It’s a very subtle distinction that I would love him to teach the 7 year old girl at my homestay.
The night was fairly typical. Dinner, then TV. But when the husband came over, he was very talkative and asked me a ton of questions. I’m not sure what his job is, but he does a lot of business trips and he’s been more places in America than me. We were trying to figure out what to do the next day, so we sat around a guide book of Tokyo and tossed out some ideas. It mostly became a Tokyo history lesson, which was fine by me. I didn’t particularly care where we went the next day, but I was interested in learning about interesting places I could go by myself sometime.
The next morning, me, the mom (whose name or possibly nickname is Baba, although I feel so weird calling her that because that’s slang for “old woman”), three kids and the oldest girl’s friends. In the morning we went to a karaoke parlor. I didn’t foresee karaoke in the morning to be that much fun, and it certainly didn’t reach the heights of the last time I went during a class party last semester (where I performed Lose Yourself in front of my class and teachers. Yes, really) but it was still pretty fun. Baba didn’t sing, Taisei just liked to yell into the microphone, the second oldest girl was really shy, but the oldest girl and her friends enjoyed themselves. I attempted two Japanese songs, but mostly relied on the safety of Weezer.
After karaoke, we headed over to the Science Museum in Ueno park. In addition to a lot of interesting looking and impossible to read exhibits, there was a short movie that was shown inside a giant sphere. There was a glass walkway in the middle of it and the image was projected 360 degrees around it. It was very cool and only slightly nauseating.
Then we had lunch at an Udon restaurant. Next, we headed to Asakusa because the “Edo Period Parade” was going on. 
The parade consisted of a ridiculous amount of people dressed up in Edo-era costumes with the occasional old man acting like Shimura Ken. And then it looked like the parade organizers recruited every American they could find to play the part of Commodore Perry’s men. The crowd actually applauded when they arrived, which I didn’t expect. Were they applauding the good sport gaijin, or were they applauding Commodore Perry’s forcible opening up of the country? I’m too tired to speculate right now.
After the parade, we hit up Nakamise-dori again. The last time I went, it was fairly empty. But this time, it was as crazy bustling as I expected it to be. I tried out this one food, the name of which I forget at the moment, that was balls of mochi lined up on a stick and dipped in a flavored powder. The powder had a tenuous grip on the mochi at best and exploded off on contact with my mouth, making it a poor choice for a meal when entertaining potential clients.
All in all, the day was very nice. I’m leaving some details out, I’m sure, but it was a pleasant excursion where I was able to forget about school stuff and not looking like a tourist and enjoy Tokyo for once. I also have to mention that the weather was unbelievably clear that day. I thought that being able to see Mt. Fuji from Toyko was perhaps possible before the industrial revolution, but not today. But all day, Mt. Fuji was easily visible with the naked eye. This means that I now have my first picture of Mt. Fuji that I’ve taken yet. It’s not great, but it’s something.
BBQ at Showa Memorial Park
November 5, 2009
In order to reach the location of KCP’s school excursion for this semester, I had to ride the hour train to Shinjuku, then a full hour further west, past Mitaka (home of the Ghibli Musuem) and to Nishi-Tachikawa station. I arrived 15 minutes late, didn’t think to ask one of the teachers where the classes specifically were gathered, and proceeded to wander around the gigantic park blindly for about half an hour.
I finally arrived, forty-five minutes late, to the “BBQ Garden”, where all the classes were assembled around their respective grills. I found my class, explained why I was late to about everyone in my class individually, and proceeded to not take part in the cooking of food whatsoever.
I’m not afraid of cooking at all, but I’m way over my head when it comes to cooking Korean food. First off, I don’t know the first thing about it. The second thing is that the average Korean male seems to know a whole lot more about cooking than the average college student in America. In my dorm last year, you would be considered “the guy who knows how to cook” if you could scramble an egg without getting shell in it. During the discussions in class the previous few days, and during the actual cooking process, the Koreans were all passionately involved in the cooking process. Arguing about the heat of the grill, carefully choosing the right proportions of vegetables and meat, passionately debating the value of one mushroom over another. I decided to look busy by taking pictures, and nobody ever asked for my help. A win-win.
As for the food itself, it was great. When one of the cooks finished a batch, they would put it on the tarp and everyone would pick at it for about a minute before it was all gone.
It was also a chance to talk to a lot of my former classmates and teachers. It was a pretty fun time all in all, until I decided to take up one of the Koreans’ challenge to eat a very spicy pepper, which proceeded to wreak havoc on my insides for the rest of the day.
Being a park, there were lots of things to do. I found a basketball court and hung around it for a while, waited for the current game to get over, and then proceeded to play for about 2.3 minutes before we were called back to the grill. Here’s a picture of me watching the game, with my “someone set a screen” face.
After the food, we were split up by level and did some activities. Level 4 had a dodgeball tournament. It was different from American dodgeball, in that there were two squares next to each other, with the teams in the center. Five people from each team were lined up around the opposite team’s square. There was only one ball, but other than that it was like normal dodgeball. The first few games were not going to make it on ESPN Classic any time soon. No intensity whatsoever. It was almost frustrating. Then it was our team’s turn. Because the only penalty for getting out was that you had to go around the perimeter of the other team’s square, but could still play, I decided just to try and catch every ball. And because the ball that they used can best be described as “floppy”, it was pretty easy. With some minor strategizing, like standing on one side of the square with the ball so everyone hid in the corner and then tossing it to a teammate closer to the bunch, it was pretty easy. We wound up winning the tournament pretty easily.
Were I in America, I would probably be in the lower half of talent. But here, everyone kept going up to me and telling me how awesome I am at dodgeball, and that I must do a ton of sports. I wound up winning MVP of our team. The whole thing is actually really silly, but fun in an ego stroking way.
After the day was over, and most of my classmates went to do their favorite national pastime (drinking party), Encaron, Sehan, Li and myself (man their names look weird in roman letters) went to a Japanese garden that was inside the park. The park was so huge, I’m surprised there wasn’t a zeppelin parking lot tucked in somewhere.
It was magic hour (the time before sunset, when the direction of the light makes the colors look better) so I tried to get some photographs. There were a ton of things to take pictures of. I’m normally a person who tries to find the one, best angle and take the best possible picture, but I was torn between a ton of different places. I kept walking about 10 steps and thinking “whoa! that’s even better!” As a result, I got a few pictures that I’m pretty proud of. As always, check flickr for a larger batch of them.
It’s almost as if it’s a harder level or something
October 28, 2009
With regard to tests, I’m not able to sum up my current state very easily. First off, I’m dominating the kanji tests. There’s a kanji test every week, and large tests after every five sections. I’m averaging 94% on them, and I think my latest large kanji test may be a 100%. One good thing about the long commute is that there’s often nothing better to do than to go through the flashcards on my iPhone’s Japanese dictionary that I made for all the kanji. Once the crowds clear out enough that I can move my arms, I’m usually able to get about 30 minutes of good practice in before class starts. By the way, if I’m able to leave the house before 7:00, the trains aren’t very packed. I’m trying to adjust my sleep schedule a bit so that can be possible.
When it comes to grammar… I was more prepared for the chapter 1 test than I’d ever been for a grammar test at KCP. I spent several hours in the library over the weekend, just focusing on the upcoming test. By the end, I had everything down perfect. I took the test, felt awesome about it. I knew that I had at least a 90. So imagine my surprise when I get handed my test back and see a big red “66″ on it.
It turns out that the standard in level 4 is much higher. I’ve heard this from fellow level 4ers as well. Problems that we would get the benefit of the doubt with in level 3 are now marked completely wrong. They want us to use the exact grammar forms taught in class. I asked one of my teachers about some of my answers, and she agreed that some of the ones that were marked wrong were perfectly fine in spoken language, but not exactly what the question was looking for. I also lost points because I didn’t know the definition of some words — unrelated to the grammar points being taught.
So yes, there are plenty of small mistakes that I looked at and thought “duh”, but if you hear me reporting that I got a good grade on a future grammar test, it’s a darn good thing.
The written compositions are similar. I turned in one the best papers I’ve ever written last week and got a 70%. And it actually was probably the best paper I’ve ever written, and there wasn’t that much red ink. But the standard is so high that it just wasn’t good enough. I heard from a lot of my classmates that the average for that assignment was an F.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. At no point during the last four months would I use the word “easy” to describe classes. And it’s good that they are trying to get us to stop making small mistakes. It’s just harder than I thought it would be, and my confidence in the first week seems a bit unfounded at the moment.
On Friday we’re having a school trip to a park, where we’re doing a barbecue and doing park stuff. This means that tomorrow is my last day of school for the week. I’m not thinking much about any excursions next weekend, especially when Monday is our chapter 2 test. Oh well. It’s not a vacation.
Kawaguchiko
October 22, 2009
You may remember my hijinks a while back when Trisna and I attempted to go see Mt. Fuji and the weather did everything in its power to prevent us from enjoying it. I decided to try it again, because I still have exactly zero pictures of Mt. Fuji. I decided last Friday that I would go on the next day if the weather was good. On Saturday morning, I looked out and the weather looked great. Not a cloud in the sky. So I took the train over to Tokyo station, and then got on a bus to Kawaguchiko (one of the five famous lakes north of Mt. Fuji). As I was on the bus, I took a good hard look at the sky and realized that instead of being clear, it was actually completely overcast. Not sure how you screw that up (future tip: look for shadows), but I did. I wasn’t completely disappointed, because it looked to be breaking up a bit, and perhaps it would be all the way clear by sunset.
It took about 3 hours in total to get there, which really doesn’t seem that long anymore after my 18 hour trip from Hiroshima to Tokyo. Having an iPod helped. When I arrived at Kawaguchiko station, I just figured that I would kill some time until the afternoon and then start looking for pictures.
First I stopped for lunch. I should say I was stopped for lunch, because I was flagged down by someone representing a nearby restaurant/museum. Of course she started the exchange by reciting a memorized greeting and showing me a poorly designed menu written in English. I don’t know why Japanese are unable to write in English and understand basic design principles at the same time, but it seems like you can have one or the other over here. I wound up eating there anyway since I’m a sucker and the food didn’t look too bad.
At first I politely answered in English to all their questions. There’s certainly an impulse to want to say some really complex sentence at the beginning as sort of a way to say “okay, stop it. I can speak Japanese.” but I resisted initially. Eventually it got kind of frustrating and I broke the ice. After ordering and some light banter, some employees literally gathered around my table and asked me questions. See, this is the main difference between Tokyo and every other place in Japan. In Tokyo, gaijin are such old news. Although most Tokyoites I’ve talked to seemed genuinely curious when they had the opportunity to talk to me privately, in public they adopt the facade of unaffectedness. But here in the country, even in a touristy place like the foot of Mt. Fuji, the opportunity to talk to a gaijin seems exciting. It’s kind of nice when people seem excited to talk to you.
I got some suggestions of other things to do around Kawaguchiko aside from look at Mt. Fuji, because I certainly wasn’t going to be able to do that for a while. I stuffed my pocket with pamphlets and went on my way.
I passed some time by going to a museum which featured a bunch of photographs of Mt. Fuji. I was trying to notice some compositional trends between the way people photographed the mountain. I noticed that a lot of people saw fit to place the mountain centered on the X axis. That’s typically a compositional no-no unless you have good reason, and I did notice that the ones that had it off-center looked the most impressive. Most of the photos were good, but they weren’t my style. My style is… well, you’ll see when I take a picture, if I ever do.
After that, I also went to a museum devoted to automatic music machines… Yeah. It was very cool, in all honesty, and there was even a string quartet that gave a short concert, but the novelty wore off pretty quickly. After both museums, I was back outside, it was about 2:00 and the weather had not improved. In fact, it was looking a little worse.
Determined to get something accomplished during this trip, I decided to just walk around the entire lake. It’s a pretty big lake you see, and it took about an hour just to get to the furthest point, where it began to rain.
I stubbornly kept going, determined to finish the complete circle. No I didn’t have an umbrella. That’s silly. All the while, I looked in the direction that Fuji should have been. On a normal day, it would have looked like this. On this day, it looked like this.
After about a full hour of rain walking, I arrived back in the area around the station. The rain stopped just as I approached town and I decided to get dinner. I passed the restaurant I ate lunch at and the flagger-downer saw me and we discussed the ups and downs of the previous six hours. As it turned out, eating dinner at that restaurant seemed like a really good idea, so I did. They gave me a towel and allowed me to stand next to their heater and everything.
So, yes, I am now on strike two for my Fuji trips. There was something redeeming about this most recent trip though, and it’s not just me stubbornly trying to imagine value out of something because I spent time and money on it. I know one thing, I’m not leaving this country before I get one picture of Mt. Fuji that I’m really proud of, so I’ll keep coming back until I do it right.
The grind
October 16, 2009
So, the first week of classes in level 4 are over. I guess I should describe it a little.
Perhaps I misspoke earlier when I said the split between boys and girls was about 30/70. I counted again and it was about even. I think my miscalculation came because a large group of guys came late on the first day, and I noticed the NNU-like copious number of girls before the bell rang. There’s also a few Chinese people, and a handful of Malaysian. It’s actually pretty similar to last semester when you break it down.
Watanabe-sensei, who I had earlier mentioned was a new teacher and not quite as polished as other teachers I’ve had, has been getting better every day. I never really felt like it was something to worry about, but the standard for teachers at KCP is so high that it just surprised me a little. Our other twice-a-week teacher, Ujike-sensei, is very energetic and keeps the class engaged. We still have yet to have Eguchi-sensei, because he wasn’t at school on Thursday.
The focus in level 4 is completely different from level 3, in good ways and bad. In level 3 (and level 2 and 1), there’s a backbone of grammar that everything is built around. You can easily tell your progress in class by what chapter you’re on in the textbook. In level 4, the grammar is presented differently, and a lot less time is spent on it proportionately. There’s the JLPT preparation grammar, which is presented in a sort of sink-or-swim way by giving us a test on a bunch of grammatical concepts we haven’t learned yet and then figuring out why our answers were wrong. And then there’s the normal grammar, which has yet to introduce anything I wasn’t familiar with. As such, we have to look at the kanji book as the main backbone, which is kind of strange to get used to.
I think I already mentioned that there is a kanji test every day, which is already getting tiring. In order to fully learn the 5 characters assigned a day, I need to spend about two hours on it outside of class. Of course there is typically other homework assigned as well.
But when you come down to it, intrinsic to learning any language is the requirement that you learn a butt-ton of words. Have you ever seen a dictionary? Now imagine that you don’t know what any of the words in that dictionary mean, and you have to learn them one by one. It’s a daunting task, and at some point it becomes the last thing between someone and fluency. Even in English, I come across words I don’t know about every day. So, on one hand, it’s good that we’re reaching the point where we’re tackling the vocabulary (via kanji) head on, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
I got 10/10 on my first two Kanji tests, but I know I missed at least one on the most recent one. I’m aiming for above 90% this semester.
Oh hey. I entered my photo from Miyajima in the school newspaper club’s photo contest and it won the teacher’s award. So that’s cool.
I’m still going back and forth, but it looks like I’m taking three special classes this semester. On Fridays, it’s Intermediate Conversation. On Mondays, it’s JLPT 2 Preparation, and on Tuesdays it’s Koto. Well, hopefully it’s Koto. Anraku-sensei told me that there’s a possibility that I won’t be able to do it because they give priority to students who will be here longer than I am. If I can’t get into that, I may try Intermediate Kanji again. It depends on if the material taught will be exactly the same or not.
So, I know my entries haven’t been totally interesting lately. I wake up at 6:30, leave for school at 7:30, am at school until 12:15 on normal days and 1:15 on special class days. Then I eat lunch, go to work for four hours, go back home, eat dinner at around 7:00 and then do homework. I would love to post something more interesting, but there just isn’t the time to do much. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. With the exception of two hours in the train, there’s no part of my day that I don’t want to be doing. Still, I’m a little nostalgic of days where I could watch Lynda.com tutorials, get food whenever I want, and decide to do things spontaneously. If weather permits (the same conditions preventing me from doing anything in the week before moving), I’ll do something interesting this weekend.
Different from the last time
October 11, 2009
Walking into the first day of classes at KCP for the second time had a much different feeling than the first. Much like my senior year of high school, there’s a little bit of unwarranted cockiness that comes from being an “upperclassman.” Without the learning curve that goes with your first semester at KCP, the course content seems as if it is much more manageable this time around, although the scope is by no means limited. We’re going to cover the entire contents of the JLPT 2 test by the end, and things will move even quicker than level 3. The main different is that I won’t have to spend as much time looking up words that everybody in the class already knows but me. On the contrary, I’ve had to explain a couple of words to my new classmates, which never happened in level 3. This three-day weekend seems like a waste, because there’s honestly no place I’d rather be on Monday than at school. Give me a month or so to get exhausted from the daily kanji tests, increasingly difficult reading comprehension, and two hours and twenty minutes on a train daily and I’d appreciate it a little more.
Of course, the classes are shuffled from semester to semester, so it’s goodbye for a majority of last semester’s classmates. I am still together with Encaron, as well as Yi (who lived in the same dorm as me) and his roommate. There are also two other girls who are still in the same class. This semester’s demographics are actually more heavily Korean than last semester, and there’s also about a 70/30 majority of girls. I’m the only American.
It’s too early to draw any conclusions about the teachers, because there’s only been one class. If you remember from last semester, there are three teachers, two teach two classes a week, and one picks up the other. On Friday, we met one of the twice-a-week teachers, who is named Watanabe-sensei, is from Kyoto, and this is apparently her first semester. She seems really young, and seemed slightly more mortal than last semester’s teachers. I recognize the name of our Thursday teacher, who is the really soft-spoken male teacher of my Intermediate Kanji special class last semester. I don’t recognize the name of the other teacher, but I’ll find out on Wednesday.
In terms of content, this semester is weighted more heavily toward reading comprehension. I’m happy about that because reading is a really good way to learn new words, but you need to be at a certain level or else you’re looking up a word or a grammar structure once every sentence and it’s too frustrating to continue. I’ve got five Harry Potter books in Japanese at home that I’m hoping to be able to read when I get back. Other than that, the course objectives are largely based on the JLPT level 2 test that I’ll be taking in the beginning of December. The point being that I won’t likely have to study anything outside the actual course content in order to get what I want to get out of this semester.
Outside of classes, this semester has already been dramatically different than last semester. For the first part of the weekend, we drove over to Chiba prefecture and stayed the night at a friend of Rina’s house. It was a couple with two children, the oldest girl about the same age as Serin, and a boy about 4 or 5. Of particular interest to me was that the husband words at TBS (one of the major television stations in Tokyo, located right next to where I work) directing commercials. We wound up talking for about an hour, during which I found out about the editing software workflow commonly used (he estimated that Apple has recently outpaced Avid, although they are about neck and neck at the moment), different film director philosophies (auteurs vs. collaboratives, and did I mention that holy crap this guy actually met Akira Kurosawa??), and the possibilities of me being able to get a tour of TBS some time (very possible, and he even seemed excited about it.) All in all, it went very well, and we’ll likely have lunch again some time together since we work within a kilometer of each other.
This afternoon, everyone went over to a nearby park and the kids did kid things. While I was sitting on a bench, after pushing their younger boy on the swings, it struck me that this was a situation I would never be in if I were still in the dorm. Heck, I would have considered it a small victory if I ventured someplace beside the 7-11 all weekend.
Of course there are trade-offs. Time is at much more of a premium, and tonight when I was able to lay on my bed and listen to an entire album straight through without being interrupted, I considered it a small miracle. It turns out that six years old is the age that kids just like pushing buttons on people to see how much they can get a rise out of you. I sure would like to be able to sleep in past 7:30 on weekends, but I know that’s the time Serin will enter my room and literally jump on me. It’s all part of the experience I guess, but there are times I like the homestay experience and times I feel the opposite. I’ve been amicable for the most part, but I’ll likely adopt a more firm stance when she interferes with the serious amount of study and homework this semester requires. And of course there’s always the library, but it would be nice to have a period of time when I know I can’t be bothered in my own room. Again, something I’ll probably attempt to make explicit when school starts for real.
But although I’ve mentioned a few complaints, the good still far outweighs the bad, and I in no way regret choosing a homestay over another semester in the dorms.
