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So the Japanese Literature midterm went shittily. (At least it went shittily for everyone, though . . . ). Honestly, he had better curve it, as he doesn't even know what he is talking about, half the time. Plus, half the class was taught by us; we should have written the test!
Immediately after this hellhole, we (Kiwi, Lucas, and I-- the trio in both Japanese II and Japanese Literature) go straight into a kanji-writing quiz in Japanese subsection. I am already headachey as death; Michellanne saves me by giving me a chunky piece of a chocolate-chip bagel to follow my ibuprofen down with.
Then, we review the written portion of our midterm examinations for that class. That was the only (highly-needed) piece of good news for that good few-hour chunk; I raised my Japanese grade by one percentage point. The sad thing is, an 88%-- an average of an 86% and a 90%-- raised my grade. My grade is now at a whopping 86%, up from an 85%. (The highest it has been all year has been 87%). That is sad.
(Yeah, yeah, I know; you're all looking at that and going "86%? What the hell is wrong with that?" The really funny thing, though, is that if you go to WashU, you're thinking it, too, and yet tomorrow you're going to turn around and complain to me about you're getting a B in one of your classes. There's a very amusing double-standard here; everyone else is allowed to get Bs, but nothing but As are acceptable for one's self. It's as it's always been, though-- in honors classes, and everything. I do it; anyone who's used to getting As does it. It's not really anything I'm bitter about; it's just something that viably exists . . . )
. . . oh, and I got a "4" yesterday. I did so well, and I got a "4." Clearly, they are not paying attention to me. I really am about ready to go more than postal on them-- since I've already gone postal, and all . . .
Anyway, after that-- and a really speedy lesson about the stroke order/common mistakes of next weeks' kanji-- I ask Aridome-sensei what we are supposed to do about the next day's assignment, which requires a kanji dictionary. You see, none of us own a kanji dictionary-- nor do we have time to procure one in time for an assignment due within less than 24 hours (particularly since half the class appears to have some sort of seedy Biology examination, rapidly approaching on the horizon for Wednesday night . . . ). He tells me to go to the East Asian Library (as it is obvious . . . ?).
So I go to the library, which is actually really very pretty, and sort of secretly-stealthily tucked away (I will have to remember to go there, other times; it is in one of my favorite buildings, actually, one of the first that I remember from WashU-- though it does have some terrible memories equated with it, all having to do with failing at Japanese, today being no exception . . . ). I ask the librarians where I might find a kanji dictionary. They don't know; this is clearly not something they are used to, nor prepared for. So we search around for about ten minutes. We finally find one copy. I use it for my worksheet. I can't find one of the kanji.
Then I return home to the dorms and-- after writing a slightly urgent and very-polite-but-so-subtextedly-bitchy note to Aridome-sensei about the kanji-issue-deal-- try to do the rest of the worksheet. It, too, is impossible; they just love to give us these website "scanning" exercises (oh, how I wish I had a "Find" feature that worked for katakana and hiragana!), which are basically impossible as they have far too much kanji to be coherent (and, no, I cannot go back to the East Asian Library and use the kanji dictionary, again!) . . .
I just threw my Japanese book and paper and it felt very good. I think I sort of want to chew on it, too.
*Sigh* . . . and I was doing so well at feeling better after feeling suicidal for so long. I was doing so well. Japanese clearly wants me to die . . .
I renamed Japanese II today "Low Self-Esteem 101." Everyone in Japanese at the lunch table (which, well, including everyone, today . . . ) thought it was highly, highly appropriate . . .
( Halloween-Themed Quizzes )
Immediately after this hellhole, we (Kiwi, Lucas, and I-- the trio in both Japanese II and Japanese Literature) go straight into a kanji-writing quiz in Japanese subsection. I am already headachey as death; Michellanne saves me by giving me a chunky piece of a chocolate-chip bagel to follow my ibuprofen down with.
Then, we review the written portion of our midterm examinations for that class. That was the only (highly-needed) piece of good news for that good few-hour chunk; I raised my Japanese grade by one percentage point. The sad thing is, an 88%-- an average of an 86% and a 90%-- raised my grade. My grade is now at a whopping 86%, up from an 85%. (The highest it has been all year has been 87%). That is sad.
(Yeah, yeah, I know; you're all looking at that and going "86%? What the hell is wrong with that?" The really funny thing, though, is that if you go to WashU, you're thinking it, too, and yet tomorrow you're going to turn around and complain to me about you're getting a B in one of your classes. There's a very amusing double-standard here; everyone else is allowed to get Bs, but nothing but As are acceptable for one's self. It's as it's always been, though-- in honors classes, and everything. I do it; anyone who's used to getting As does it. It's not really anything I'm bitter about; it's just something that viably exists . . . )
. . . oh, and I got a "4" yesterday. I did so well, and I got a "4." Clearly, they are not paying attention to me. I really am about ready to go more than postal on them-- since I've already gone postal, and all . . .
Anyway, after that-- and a really speedy lesson about the stroke order/common mistakes of next weeks' kanji-- I ask Aridome-sensei what we are supposed to do about the next day's assignment, which requires a kanji dictionary. You see, none of us own a kanji dictionary-- nor do we have time to procure one in time for an assignment due within less than 24 hours (particularly since half the class appears to have some sort of seedy Biology examination, rapidly approaching on the horizon for Wednesday night . . . ). He tells me to go to the East Asian Library (as it is obvious . . . ?).
So I go to the library, which is actually really very pretty, and sort of secretly-stealthily tucked away (I will have to remember to go there, other times; it is in one of my favorite buildings, actually, one of the first that I remember from WashU-- though it does have some terrible memories equated with it, all having to do with failing at Japanese, today being no exception . . . ). I ask the librarians where I might find a kanji dictionary. They don't know; this is clearly not something they are used to, nor prepared for. So we search around for about ten minutes. We finally find one copy. I use it for my worksheet. I can't find one of the kanji.
Then I return home to the dorms and-- after writing a slightly urgent and very-polite-but-so-subtextedly-bitchy note to Aridome-sensei about the kanji-issue-deal-- try to do the rest of the worksheet. It, too, is impossible; they just love to give us these website "scanning" exercises (oh, how I wish I had a "Find" feature that worked for katakana and hiragana!), which are basically impossible as they have far too much kanji to be coherent (and, no, I cannot go back to the East Asian Library and use the kanji dictionary, again!) . . .
I just threw my Japanese book and paper and it felt very good. I think I sort of want to chew on it, too.
*Sigh* . . . and I was doing so well at feeling better after feeling suicidal for so long. I was doing so well. Japanese clearly wants me to die . . .
I renamed Japanese II today "Low Self-Esteem 101." Everyone in Japanese at the lunch table (which, well, including everyone, today . . . ) thought it was highly, highly appropriate . . .
( Halloween-Themed Quizzes )
