Sep
7
Weekend Illusion
Filed Under Newspost
Take heed and bear witness to the truths that lie herein, for I will be writing fewer entries starting next week lest I run out of subjects very soon. Also, with school starting, I will have enough things to do trying to keep up with the Japanese classes.
These beefs are tender
The weekend didn’t bring about anything groundbreaking. Saturday was mostly for sleeping, although in the evening we went to the store to get some lunchboxes with Henrik in order not to die too young. We bought some sushi, beef korokkes and I eventually tried to overcome the lack of meat in standard Japanese food by buying something that resembled a sirloin steak but was suspiciously cheap to actually be one. The truth was revealed to me soon enough. We also bought some beer so going back to the seminar house to eat was a no-no.
Instead, we found a table on the riverside and tried to enjoy dinner there. Everything, besides the steak I had just purchased, was great. In all honesty, even the steak tasted great. However, characterizing it as a “tough-to-eat-steak” would be a euphemism. I was critically underequipped for the task of cutting the delicious piece of meat, so after having finished dining, I looked more like someone who had just mutilated a cow as opposed to a person who had just had dinner in a relatively civil manner.
Once back home I was able to have a video-conference with half of my family and read an e-mail where the other half of my family complained about the frequent usage of swear words on my blog. Just as planned.
The morrow
Sunday is synonym for signing papers. For the nth time I had to agree to abide to the rules of the seminar house. As a reward for that tedious and repetitive task, I was able to receive the final set of keys, which would now allow me to come back home late at night without waking up the Okaa/Otoo-san and thus prevent me from being eaten alive.
While the curse of the early curfew was broken, so was the seal on the door leading to the unusable kitchen. Starting Monday, I’ll start cooking anything unusual I can find in the supermarket. In addition to saving money, it should help me avoid becoming allergic to rice due to dramatically heightened exposure to aforementioned substance during the past week.
In the afternoon, I joined a few other exchange students to play some basketball on campus, and later watched with rising jealousy as those moving in with their homestay families packed their belongings and were driven to their new homes. I might have to apply for that program, also known as the “speak Japanese or starve -program” before the second semester if I don’t notice any improvement in my spoken Japanese skills during this fall.
-Antti