The end of Japanese

No more Japanese classes for two months! The semester finished uneventfully with a kanji class, which I failed to show up for because my alarm didnt go off. This has become the cliche of excuses but unfortunately, on this occassion, it is sadly true.

We had the written test on Wednesday, which I thought was a challenge but not 'slit-my-wrists' painful. I had an epiphany the night before while studying for the test, it was like Japanese suddenly started to make sense and I could kinda understand all the grammar points. I could hear the chorus of 'hallelujah' ringing from above and shining light falling on my head.

The last week has been unadventurous and anytime this happens, there is usually only one thing to blame: work. As I've mentioned during Christmas, the semester is finishing, so just like buses, there's a huge hiatus and then all the deadlines come at the same time. Much to my annoyance, my main accomplishments during the winter vacation were finishing the reading for the History paper, and watching about 10 DVDs with Kevin.

Anyway, in the last week, I have had to give a Japanese Powerpoint presentation on English football. My presentation came joint first in the vote (along with the Chinese), and a History presentation on the Matthew Perry's mission to Japan (no, not that Matthew Perry, the 19th Century naval commander version), and the Japanese test. Tomorrow is the oral Japanese exam, which Im cramming for at the mo. Then, I get several days to tackle the History paper, and revise for History finals. And then the week after, I have a Peacebuilding paper to write too.

Still, no more Japanese for two months, which makes me happy.