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My contract... is done. All that's left to do is burn the last few CDs, double-check the file names and that's it! I'm FREE! *prances around, flinging flowers willy-nilly* Now, bring on the booze! Tonight I toast the completion of a project, A.K.A. I find an excuse to drink up a few pathetic little fonds de bouteille I have lying around. Who knew blue Curaçao worked so well with strawberry-kiwi juice?
With that out of the way, and with G gone, it feels like I haven't had so much time to myself in ages. I'm not quite sure why, because between my ballet recital and starting the second job the second week of July, what did I do? I was working, maybe that's why.
The countless hours of watching anime were not in vain, I'm impressing myself with how fast I pick things up in class. Of course, I already learned much of it in university, but the knowledge had only a tenuous hold on a remote part of my mind and I hadn't given it much thought in years. It's been three years since I "stopped" watching anime, more or less, and Japanese class ended four and a half years ago. But all that time I spent reading subtitles, I was listening, and memorizing songs wasn't a waste of time. The particles, which drive the other students batty, aren't that hard to remember, I find. Then again, I also spent the better part of the last three years telling my students "There's no WHY about prepositions, just remember them!", so that might partly explain it.
I'm starting to be able to actually speak, but it's getting more and more frustrating to not be able to speak completely. I have to simplify my thoughts all the time because there's just so much I don't know yet and the fact that the class is moving a little more slowly than the teachers would like (mostly because of one person, not me!) I'm starting to get impatient. I wanna talk now, dammit! I shall remain patient, however, because I recognize that repeating things over and over will only mean I don't have to think about them later, they'll come naturally.
I dusted off all my old anime mp3s and am now forced to wonder how many times I listened to them, back in the day. It's a mite scary to find myself singing along to a song in a language I barely understand, a song I haven't heard -- let alone thought about -- in years.
With that out of the way, and with G gone, it feels like I haven't had so much time to myself in ages. I'm not quite sure why, because between my ballet recital and starting the second job the second week of July, what did I do? I was working, maybe that's why.
The countless hours of watching anime were not in vain, I'm impressing myself with how fast I pick things up in class. Of course, I already learned much of it in university, but the knowledge had only a tenuous hold on a remote part of my mind and I hadn't given it much thought in years. It's been three years since I "stopped" watching anime, more or less, and Japanese class ended four and a half years ago. But all that time I spent reading subtitles, I was listening, and memorizing songs wasn't a waste of time. The particles, which drive the other students batty, aren't that hard to remember, I find. Then again, I also spent the better part of the last three years telling my students "There's no WHY about prepositions, just remember them!", so that might partly explain it.
I'm starting to be able to actually speak, but it's getting more and more frustrating to not be able to speak completely. I have to simplify my thoughts all the time because there's just so much I don't know yet and the fact that the class is moving a little more slowly than the teachers would like (mostly because of one person, not me!) I'm starting to get impatient. I wanna talk now, dammit! I shall remain patient, however, because I recognize that repeating things over and over will only mean I don't have to think about them later, they'll come naturally.
I dusted off all my old anime mp3s and am now forced to wonder how many times I listened to them, back in the day. It's a mite scary to find myself singing along to a song in a language I barely understand, a song I haven't heard -- let alone thought about -- in years.
