JLPT

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…

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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

*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

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. IMG_3249 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.

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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.

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BBQ at Showa Memorial Park

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.

IMG_2993 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.

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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.

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