On Japanese Lessons
Yesterday, I attended my 3rd lesson at Bunka Language School. I am in the Intermediate-1 class. Having to rush off from work to try to arrive at class by 6:30pm, brisk walking from the MRT station to Delfi Orchard is not fun. But, in the end, I have no choice but to say it's worth it because I'm really enjoying myself. My teacher is a native Japanese who is so engaging and funny. She makes the 3 hours feel like only an hour of lesson has passed. There are 10 other students in my class who are easy to get along with and make the class funnier. It's easier to struggle and stammer along in my broken Japanese because they are struggling and stammering along when it's their turn too. I love learning the language and getting the opportunity to speak it whenever I'm "arrowed" to in class. And I hope that it becomes a language that I can use, in the uncertain only-God-knows-when future, when I get to do something for and in Japan. That something, I have ab...
