| And it's left me with a face that's harsher than mine |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | B-side | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Somedays- Regina Spektor | ] |
I was afraid for a while that I'd lost myself, coming to college.
I've been spending so much time making friends, building relationships- solidifying them, spending time and emotions and reflecting on them. I've been spreading myself out so thin, building these connections.
Lately, if I have free time, I don't think of what book I want to read, but what person I want to find and hang out with. I spend so many meals with people- eating and laughing and talking. It's strange. I don't need to take a book with me most places around Hiram, I'm so sure that there'll be someone there that I like and can talk to.
I was afraid for a while that I'd lost my love of books, exchanged it for this progress towards becoming a new person (and the question, do I want to be a new person? Even if the new person is better, do I want to go ahead and kill 'old me'?).
Anyhoo, I spent spring break on campus, with a lot of books, and I managed to reconnect with my old love. I compromised too- I watched movies with friends, took long walks, and so on.
I'm working on building a happy medium with my books and with my new people. I don't know how summer will go. I think I'm going to try to be more active. |
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| Paisly in the butter, ash in the ashtrays |
[Mar. 18th, 2007|02:38 am] |
When I was little, one of my aspirations in life was to be a writer. (this was not my first aspiration- that was Power Ranger, if I remember right). Somewhere about fifth grade, I came to the unfortunate conclusion that I couldn't be a writer, I had nothing interesting to write. I was not as clever and experienced as the authors I loved- I came up with stories, but even then I could see that they were self-indulgent and unoriginal.
While that conclusion was forming in my mind, I came across a quote, maybe in the introduction to a book (I can see the colors of the book cover, but I can't for the life of me remember anything else about it. Sepia tones) This quote went something along the lines of "It's only natural for a young writer to imitate the styles of their favorite authors. As they grow older, they form their own voice, based on the experiences they have."
That's not really how it goes. It seemed profound at the time- either time has made my recollection of it trite, or my recollection has made something profound out of something trite.
Anyhoo, this was a great comfort to me. I resolved to go through life, quietly collecting observations and experiences, until they accumulated and fermented themselves into a Story. Like Harriet the Spy, or Mary (a diner waitress from a comic, who pours coffee while making up stories with happy endings for all her regulars).
At the time, I really truly thought that I would be able to, if not make it big, then make it big enough to publish, and write enjoyable stories.
After a while, this idea became absurd to me- as if I was an old lady that collects newspapers, convinced they'll come in handy one day, and then she dies and her middle-aged children have to excavate drawers and boxes of newsprint. "Goddamn it, what did she think she was doing? What possible use could she have for all these goddamn stacks of newspapers?" and then they throw away those boxes and stacks that she had been painstakingly collecting for years.
Even more absurd is that there will never be any excavation of my mind after I've died, no "Why the hell did she save this?" It makes the saving even more absurd. That's the main reason I've chosen to write this out and post it- by the way, congrats for reading so far. You can go ahead and forget it, if you want, that's perfectly fine. There is that (theory? Fact? Something I made up?) thing that says you never really forget anything, you just can't always access it. The point is, you've read at least this little scrap of my consciousness, that's a bit more of myself in other people's minds. Putting my fingerprints on other people's brains and all that.
Back to saving experience up for a book. As I mentioned, it started seeming absurd some time ago, and I thought I had more or less discontinued the practice. Imagine my surprise, then when I examined myself and found that old habit still functioning. Still saving up for a story I now have almost no intention of writing. It was kind of surprising.
I think I've said what I wanted to say. Hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day. |
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| Because I have no original thoughts |
[Oct. 15th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
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| |  cranky | ] |
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1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Johnson Hindsdale
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Caroline Truffle
3. YOUR RAP NAME (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
M-Long
4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
Purple Sunfish
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Johnson Worthington
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Lonsonwal
7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Nosnhoj Nosnhoj
8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on)
Callie Halligan
9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad drives)
The Purple Honda
10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of the main character in the last film you watched, last food you ate)
Lois Butterscotch Bar |
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| Because I know you care about this stuff |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|03:14 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Hiram | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cowboy Bebop-Don't Bother None | ] |
On my way out of Japan, in the Narita National Airport near Tokyo, on the down escalator from the departure area I waved goodbye to my host sister and mother, smiles and salutations of both sides. The American business man (you could tell, trust me) in front of me turned and said "Looks like you had a good time" I admitted that I had, but was glad to be going home. He agreed, and we started listing foods that we would enjoy on our return: hot dogs, American pizza, pancakes, among others.
"But you'll get a turnaround feeling once you're home for a while, in about three weeks, you'll want to be back in Japan" were his words to me. I admitted that he might be right, as we passed through the passport station thing and into the gates area. It turned out that he had been going back and forth between Japan and America for 10 years, with about 6 trips in all. Though I admitted that he might have a point there, I was pretty sure that it would take a wee bit more time for me to wish to be back. I had enjoyed a lot of Japan, two months worth, and I was so ready to be home. So ready. I wanted familiar things, where I could feel at least semi in control, and not be lost so damn much. I wanted to have half a world in between Haruhisa and I.
I was right. It took about five months (damn, it has been that long) for the feeling "I would really like to be in Japan right now" to hit. I returned on May 26th, and I wanted to be back in Japan September 20th. There are some things I really do miss, or remember so very fondly.
Onigiri and fruit juice (my standby meal), Milk Tea, 3 flavor buns, Morning rice with mix-ins, Match, Green Tea, Dango, Matchi Softo. Waiting for trains. The crossroads of Hiroshima. Raining in Nara. Eating on my own for the first time in the Nagoya park. Planning my day with a guide book and a subway map. God, I miss that. Public baths. Cherry blossoms, the Fairy Cherry Tree. Pathways in Kyoto. Broken English conversations with strangers. The water in Nikko. Toba and Mikimoto Pearl Island. Sea Paradise. Fushimi Inari, the pathways around the mountains. If I ever return to Japan, a day or maybe two will be devoted to that place. Subways, and public transportation in general. Hanging laundry outside. The smell and feel of Tatami mats and futons. The ticket gates at train stations. Train stations. Sanrio, COPO, Design Festa, Nakano Broadway, Mandarake in Shibuya, Ebisu Bookstore, Temple markets, Kinokunia, Asobit City. Parks. Yen. A lot of other stuff.
Right after getting back, I was feeling mostly relief at coming home. Japan was sweet, but let's have some English! I know of course that it was my own damn fault for not learning Japanese before I went, but I still missed effective communication. I enjoyed doors that locked. Even my dorm room now, which I share, has more privacy than my room in Tokyo. Oh, doors that lock. I was generally very glad to be back. Yay America. Let's have some pie.
I don't think I'm really ready to go back yet. For one, I don't have the money. I don't really have the time (my summers are booked up with a job, hopefully). I do know that if I did go, I'd like it to be on my own again. I don't think I could stand the structure and restrictions of a group after managing on my own. I would like to travel from one end of Japan to the other, maybe during Sakura season again, or fell, which is also supposed to be lovely.
Maybe ten or so years from now I'll go. I'll be able to visit Kanako, and see all of my host families again. I plan on staying in touch with them. Don't let me forget to send them Christmas cards. Maybe I'll have better Japanese by then. I do want to travel to other countries between now and then, but Japan will always be my first love. |
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| Update |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|09:45 pm] |
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Whoohoo!
I've just found out who my college roomate is and she's from Japan! As in, she's living in Japan now. The downside is I don't have a phone number (which is too bad, because we have a ton of Japan phone time left over) or an email address. I have no way of contacting her. Her name is Kanako Goto, and she lives in Nagoya, the first city I was in on my own. I'm very happy.
As for my summer, it's been normal. Trying and failing to get a job, doing odd jobs, reading, playing Sims. I just got back from Camp Christian. Tommorow I go to the Ohio State Fair.
I start band camp the 18th. There's a two person flute section. |
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| Le Suck, Or How I Got To Call 911 For The Very First Time! |
[Jul. 1st, 2006|11:36 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Wo-town | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bad Florida, Tim Easton | ] |
So my yesterday was, as Orangeyak would say "Le Suck"
Why, you ask?
Well it's like this:
I was at home with my sister. I'm working on cleaning up my room, and Becca, my sister, age 14, asks me if I would like to eat some beignets (fried dough-type-things rolled in sugar) with her.
I say sure, that would be groovie.
About twenty minutes later, I hear a scream. My first thought is that she's spilled a bit of oil on her hand, except that the screaming keeps going, accompanied by banging around sounds. I run out to the kitchen, to see a pot fallen from the stove and colorless hot oil all across the kitchen floor. There's a window from the kitchen to my family room, where the stairs to the second level.
I looked though it, and I can still see a perfect image in my mind of the hat tree at the base of the stairs swinging back and forth where my sister had caught
herself as she sprinted up the stairs, where I could hear water running in the bath tub and her screaming. I make my way over the oil-coated floor of the kitchen
and run across the family room carpet and up the stairs, where the door to the bathroom is open, where my sister is sitting with her legs out in front of her with the cold water running on full, and she's still crying and screaming.
Until that moment, I still thought that it was a little burn on her arm and she'd just panicked and forgotten the sink downstairs. Half of her leg had small sheets of skin peeling off of her and she had splatters and patches of burns all over her arms and legs. I tried to talk to her, but she still couldn't do anything but scream and whimper.
Nobody should have to hear their little sister, whom they may argue with and complain about all the time, but still love very much, scream like that. Nobody.
I ran to the phone and called Dad, who said that he'd be right home, and then 911.
"Hello, 911. What is your emergency?"
"My little sister spilled hot oil on herself and she's badly burnt."
"Ok, and you're at _______ address?"
"Yes."
"And how old is your sister?"
"14"
"Ok, we'll have someone right over." (this is about the time tears start running down my face and continue for the rest of the experience)
I went back into the bathroom, where Becca is whimpering and crying and rocking, the cold water still running. I'm hugging her and saying "It's ok becca, I called 911, people will be getting here soon, It's gonna be ok, ok, shhhshhhshhh" And patting her on the back "They're gonna be here soon, it's ok, I'm gonna go downstairs and meet them, ok? It's gonna be ok."
And I run downstairs, mince across the kitchen floor (remember the oil? it's still all over the floor) and into my room, where I leave oil footprints, to put on a pair of shorts on over my oversize tshirt, no bra, which I'd slept in and hadn't changed out of. I then opened the front door, where I hear a siren (our siren) and see a firetruck pull up and four EMTs pile out. They come inside, and I lead them through the oilslick kitchen, telling them she's upstairs and apologizing for calling them and telling them I don't know how bad it is, all while crying like an idiot.
I get them upstairs and they crowd into the bathroom, and I'm holding Becca and she's still crying but answering their questions and I'm saying "It's ok, they're here now, it's ok, don't worry, it'll stop hurting it'll get better." and telling the EMTs I don't know where our parents are. They carry Becca down stairs and put her in the computer swivel chair and hook an IV up to her and start applying pads and irrigating the bunt patches and I'm still hugging her sholders and telling her it's ok and they'll make it stop hurting and she's sobbing and shaking and saying "It's hot My leg is hot, make it stop hurting!
It's hot, I can't stop shaking! I'm sorry, I told mom I would be all right here by myself! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod it huuuurrrts!" And I say it's ok, no one blames her, and the EMT tells her it's normal to shake.
I leave her for a minute to go outside and scream for Mom (she's godknowswhere out on a damn walk) and our crotchetty old neighbor, Mr. Hustler asks me what's wrong and I tell him about becca and I can't find mom she's out on a walk, and he offers to go drive and find her and I say thanks and go back inside (I'm still crying) And I fetch Becca a sip of water and her stuffed rabbit.
The EMTs have her about ready to go by the time Mom gets home, with Dad close on her heels, who I have to warn not to run over the oilslick kitchen.
Mom goes straight to Becca and is holding her and tells me to get her some ice water (get her some fucking ice water, that's a great priority) and then she's
off to ride in the ambulance, with Dad following her in the car and I'm left alone in the house with the mess.
I pick up all the medical packaging trash, wheel the computer chair outside to dry off the saline irrigating solution, and collapse onto the couch to cry for a bit.
I then mop up the kitchen floor, twice, which gets off most of the oil. I then call Kate, who isn't home, and then Sam, where her Mom answers and tells me to hang on a minute, and then I get Sam, and I tell her Becca just got badly burnt and went away in an ambulence and I'm home alone and freaking out, would you like to hang out or go to Scotties or Graeters or something? And she says She'll get into some clothes and be right over. I change into a shirt and shorts and wash my face and grab some money and put on flipflops, lock up the house, and go outside and wait.
She pulls in soon after, and I get in and she hugs me and I cry a little and tell her what happened. We went to the ice cream place where she works and got a huge sunday to split and we hung out and talked about random stuff. Two other bandies came by and we talked and I grabed a smoothie at Scotties and then Sam took me home and I introduced her to the Bibble (holybibble.net, check it out) and she went home and I mopped up the floor again. I watched TV and played the Sims for a while. Mom called, and it turned out Becca had 2nd degree burns over 14% of her body and they expected to have her there for 7-15 days. She also told me to collect
some books for her. She didn't know when they'd be back. I collected the books for her.
After a bit, I called Kate and she invited me over for dinner (it was 4:30 at the time) and we went to Krogers and Target and made Instant Tir Misu (however you spell it) and tacos
and watched TV with her Mom. I went home at 8 and nobody was home until 9:30. I played Sims and watched Superstar on the Comedy channel.
And that was my day.
I love Sam and Kate, you and your families rock my socks. Seriously. |
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| Highway Blues |
[Apr. 1st, 2006|09:13 pm] |
I'm moving!
Yup, if you want to read about my goings-on in Japan, check out my Japan LJ at lindyinjapan.livejournal.com. Do it. |
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| I wizzle mah baby back bizzle biznack baby back ribs! Barbecue sauce! |
[Jan. 18th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
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| | Mental | ] |
I am done wit hizzay school! i am dizzy wit hizzy school! finals is crazy ass nigga n i thizzay i did ratha well, despite tha large ammounts of stress n boatload of wizzle n papa n projects . Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. yay! i hope all of you homeschoo` thugz have fun in yo second semesta, coz im gonna be ta be on a fizzy n in japan while yore doing homework. yall have fun wit tizzy. i am now gonna waste tha next two days n weekend, college essays aside . Im crazy, you can't phase me. right now mah life gizzle is ta go ta japan. period.
Gizzogle.com Good for at least a half hour of amusement. I suggest trazzizleating science news. |
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| Pretty fly (for a suburbian) |
[Jul. 16th, 2005|11:38 pm] |
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| | blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Austin Powers | ] |
I got back from the family vacation. We camped 2 nights in Kentucky, 3 nights in Alabama and 2 nights in Tennessee. I read and played gameboy a lot. Two of the trip highlights were seeing a boa constrictor sneeze and running over my sisters foot with a trailer (she then had to be driven about a hour to an emergency room in the mountains, which she says is not much like hillbilly ER on SNL). We also got to go tubing on a mountain stream, and go shopping in two interesting places. The first was the unclaimed baggage store, where all the contents of all the unclaimed baggage in the country are sent to be sold. It was amazing. About 7,000 items are added every day, and they stock everything from TVs to lingerie to books to digeridoos. I bought some clothes, books, a CD player (the 1st I’ve ever had), and a CD to play in it. The CD is my favorite purchase, it’s Cowboy Bebop! You can get it online for $30, but I only paid 3.50, and I lurvs the music! ^_^ Now every time I watch Bebop, I try and hear music from my CD. We also stopped at the Russel Stover outlet store. Did you hear me? The Russel Stover outlet store. It’s one of the grand temples of both chocoholics and penny pinchers. I’m both. Pounds and pounds of chocolate in bulk, at a great discount. It was amazing, and I think I gained weight just breathing the air of the store.
Also, the band season has started, kind of. We had our first pactice on Thursday, and Dani Julie are back from Europe. They were nine minutes away from being on a train durring the London bombing. o.O It’s scary just thinking about it. Guess how many people are in this years flute section? C’mon, guess! Well, if you guessed lower than 17, you were wrong! Yes, that’s 17 flutes, including the three picolos, a boy flute and another German. There’s even a freshman that has agreed to teach me japanese, she’s from Japan. Yay! That’s the largest the section’s been in a long while. Before, it’s always been about 10 of us. I’m still the only senior in the section, in case you wondered. I’m soooo happy! We even have some new stand tunes, Mr. Roboto and Pretty Fly (for a white guy).
I still don’t have a job. So how have you all been doing? Having a nice summer? |
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| Dream a little doom |
[Jun. 17th, 2005|11:23 pm] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
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| | Some rock | ] |
Today I went to see Howl's moving castle, directed by the same person that did Spirited Away (Hayao Miyazaki). I loved it! It was very funny. It featured a 18/90-year-old woman, an shallow sorcerer, the cutest ugly dog ever, and the obligational Miyazaki blobby-things. The dubbing was very well-done and the character designs were great. If you like Spirited, you'll like this.
quotes:
"Howl: What's the point of living if I can't be beautiful?
Sophie: What's he doing?
Markl: Oh, He's just summoning the spirits of darkness. I saw him do this once before, when a girl dumped him."
"Calcifer" Ok, here's another curse for you. May all your bacon burn!" |
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| The Best School Ever, part one: Backround and Basics |
[Jun. 10th, 2005|10:12 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Ghost in the Shell | ] |
The Linworth Alternative program was established about 30 years ago, when such programs were popular. (many were entered, few won. Not many of the APs started at that time remain). This was when Worthington was experiencing population problems in the High school level, i.e. there were too many students for the high school building of the time, but they didn’t want to spend the money on a new one. Some teachers within the system had the idea to start an Alternative highschool, and saw this as their chance. They presented a plan for the school board, selling it as a way to get about 120 students out of the school’s hair at minimal expense. They did this by using an old elementary school building, minimizing energy use and sharing teachers with the main campuses. The school accepted it, and LW AP (Linworth Alternative Program) was started.
Only one teacher, Larry, remains from the start-up time of LW. We now have 10 staff, along with the 2 shuttle bus drivers, the secretary, and a part-time janitor. Our pop machines are maintained by students (the Pop Gods) thereby reducing expense and allowing the school to have a percentage of the profits. Because of how much pop we drink, the earnings are considerable. The computer networks are also student maintained (admins). The lost and found is also maintained by students. Sometimes we also pick up after ourselves.
The purpose of Linworth is to provide a way for high school students to participate in an experiential method of learning. The teachers, aided by the fact that they will have many students for several years in a row, try to provide the students with an education based on individual attention and personal experience. At staff meetings, teachers discuss each of the students individually (once every few months) and at Parent/teacher meetings, a parent will discuss their child with all of the teacher. A teachers interaction with a student is very rarely limited to the classroom. After three and a half years of interacting with the same year, the attention is pretty personalized. |
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| Think of Sad sad girls in the snow! |
[May. 31st, 2005|09:05 pm] |
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| | disappointed | ] |
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| | Star Wars: Battle of the Fates | ] |
Well… I have my SAT scores in and they are… 800 in Reading and 700 in Math! :DDDDD *happyhappy* that’s right, top 99 percentile in reading and top 93 percentile in math. And NOSB got 9th in the nation out of 24 (pretty damn good) I visited Hiram and liked it, went to cousin Tim’s graduation party, I’m getting Furuba 9 soon, gotten a break from Beth, got flute Section Leader, met my Future Freshflutes in the Memorial parade, seen Star Wars 3, gave blood, got a MP3 player, an Ocean Book, and ab $40 from my family (didn’t get anything from friends), am putting off studying for finals and writing a paper (what better time to LJ?). Hm hm hm… What else? The weather is nice, the Fruits stand is open and the peaches are delicious. Mmm peaches. Sea Kayaking sucks ass, if you were wondering. Don’t do it. I’m reading an interesting book, The World is Flat, by Thomas Friedman for issues class. It’s interesting. I’m disappointed with you all. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 14th, 2005|08:46 am] |
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Today is my birthday! |
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| Shut yo face, I'm diggnitudinal! |
[Apr. 20th, 2005|11:22 pm] |
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| | Southpark Soundtrack | ] |
So I missed posting on my aniversary, oh well. Going to Biloxi Mississippi tomorrow for the NOSB, so wish me luck. More later, maybe. |
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| A rather a bit of pudding, isn't it? |
[Apr. 15th, 2005|03:23 pm] |
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| | Japanese Sopranos | ] |
Yay!!! It's over (not really, but I can pretend). Lindy interim 2005 is drawing to a close, and that's a good thing. I know it's something that I would have had to do eventually, and having this chance to lump a whole load into one week is super sweet, but self-directed tedium is much worse than outside-facilitated tedium, because you can't complain as much. (no I will Not go back and revise my unnecessarily long sentence) Not that I haven't complained. Of course today was pretty easy, with film-watching and review-doing. Looking back, I realize that learning languages is hard, and I don't really like working by myself all the time. I couldn't be self-employed. If I don't have deadlines and praise/guilt to prod me into things, they would never get done. I knew this before, but it's reality-checking to see what happens when I do. Not that I didn't get a lot done, but I would definitely have done better with a teacher or someone to set goals and tell me off when I didn't meet them. That's why I have a private lesson flute teacher, otherwise I still wouldn't play in ban at all, and be in Cardinal through my senior year. Blah Blah Blah... Is there anything else to say? I don't think so. I'm going to go back and print all of my entries to use as journal entries.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled and equally pointless Lindy Livejournal entries. Thank you and goodnight. (Domo arigato to Sayonara!) |
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| Well, isn't that just a peach and a half! |
[Apr. 15th, 2005|09:37 am] |
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| | peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Violin | ] |
Urrrr... I just accidently deleted a 10-line entry, have to redo it...
I'm working harder on this interim than any other I've done, because I have to be self-directed and there's no transportation time. <---That's the summary. Yesterday, I finished the third lesson in the Take Off book, and took the section test and moved on. The set came without the cassette that goes with the first three lessons. So now I have the cassette to go with my lessons, to practice listening, and I learned this: I suck at speaking and listening. Without a few rewinds and repeats, I had no idea what they were saying. I spent the whole morning on two sub-lessons, trying to keep up (what? whaddaya mean the U is silent?) I spent the afternoon practicing my pronunciation with "Japanese For Idiots" which kind of sucks for learning vocab, but is good for learning pronunciation. Ok, today is Japanese film day. I have: Nippon; The Land and its People, Asia close-up; Japan, and Empires: Japan, Memoirs of a Secret Empire. Also, I'm going out for suishi as a reward for good quarter grades and ordering in Japanese! Yay!
Hour 1: 9-10 Journal Entry and Film Watching
Hour 2: 10-11 Film Watching
Hour 3: 11-11:30 Film Watching
Hour 3.5: 1-1:30 Film Watching
Hour 4: 1:30-2:30 Film Watching
Hour 5: 2:30-3:30 Review, Go over all material Studied, practice and self-test. Concluding Journal entry.
Hour 6: 5-6 Suishi Time! |
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| Oro? |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|09:41 am] |
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| | busy | ] |
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| | Southpark, japanese episode | ] |
I think I'm learning more... I've decided what I want to do for my project/presentation. I'm going to write a letter in Japanese to Tomoko, with the little Japanese I know, to Tomoko, with Yuki's help. That's why I've taken two hours out of todays schedule:
Hour 1: 9:30-10:30 Take off w/ Japanese, journal entry
Hour 2: 10:30-11:30 Take off w/ Japanese
Hour 3: 1-2 Take off w/ Japanese
Hour 4: 2-3 Take off w/ Japanese |
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| One of the Dogs is eaten |
[Apr. 13th, 2005|02:17 pm] |
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| |  lazy | ] |
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| | Japan-A-Radio | ] |
You wouldn't think that attending one meeting and going to one class (band, at that) would take 3 hours. But it did. So my hours 1-3 today were spent in class/meeting/transport in between them. I don't think they advanced my Japanese studies anyway. Soooo... today:
Hour 4: 1pm-2pm Take off with Japanese
Hour 5: 2pm- 3pm Japanese for the complete idiot (just want to be sure all my bases are covered) on CD (that's Shii-Dii in Japanese) and journal entry
Hour 6: 3pm-4pm More work on take off.
You know, I really like the Take Off in Japanese book. It's really understandable, though I always have to go over sections again and again to make them stick. I can't figure out if I like learning language with or without a teacher better. I enjoy the freedom of working by myself, but I might understand it better if it was explained by a teacher. Also, I like the structure and effortlessness of classes. You don't have to worry about what you do, you just do what they tell you to. Conclusion: I'm Lazy. So shoot me. |
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| Middle of the road |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|01:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Halleluja in japanese... | ] |
Well, I've been thinking about what I'm doing, and now is a good a time as any to make an extra journal entry mabob. So, about learning japanes/about Japan. I know I can't do it in 5 days, thirty hours, whatever. What I want to do is start a base for me to work off of once I'm in Japan, so I won't panic completely. I'm starting to think that even that is beyond my interim time-limit and distraction-limited capabilities. With how the take off book is formatted, with mini-lessons on every page, maybe I could continue those after interim. Like everyday after school, or during my free block. The audio tapes are alright, but I have somehow manged to get lessons 15-30, instead of 1-14. Go me. It is nice, though, to have my hands free to do stuff around the house. Anyway, tomorrow I have a Superintendants' student advisory meeting, and I'll also be going to band, to take care of some paperwork (SL apps! Yay!) |
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| Shatterproof |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|09:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | VH1 | ] |
Day dos! Hmmm... and the saga continues. Oh, and for the people who usually read my LJ, this is my attempt at the required daily journal for Junior interim-ers. Did you think I did this willingly? I'm just posting it on livejournal because it's more convenient. Today's schedule isn't certain. It depends on how good some of the audio things I got last night. (spent a 1/2 hour last night getting materials, so I'm taking that out of the 6-hour today)
Schedule:
Hour 1: 9am-10am Planning day and journal entry. Finish articles, start on Take Off.
Hour 2: 10am-11am Listen/talk to myself with audio lessons.
Hour 3: 11am-12pm Go back to take off
Hour 4: 1pm-2pm Work on Take Off
Hour 5: 2pm-3pm Audio tapes, maybe take a walk.
Hour 6: 3pm-3:30 pm Watch Record of the Loddoss war, count words I know. journal entry. |
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