Abidance of May

I really regret not blogging the months which I've spent on my Nihongo classes. Together with 8 other people, we formed the 5th batch to be sent to Japan. And it is with this batch that I was accompanied by two of my college classmates/friends. Namely, Kai and Rose.

All throughout May, we were in a Monday to Friday class; 8:30 AM to 4:45 PM with an hour's lunch break and a couple of snack times (recess) in between. That meant we ate 3 times during class, much to the dismay of my wallet, belt, and the cashier at the 7-Eleven whom I kept on giving whole bills to pay for small snacks/candies.

At first, they all referred to me as the-guy-who-have-been-studying-Nihongo-since-last-year and even my teachers expected so much of me. Well a few days into the lessons and they pretty much understood that even I forget old lessons sometimes, so they just called me Megane instead (Kai and Rose insists on calling me Meggy every now and then). But of course, since I've already plowed through the books before, I was able to recall and catch up pretty quickly. And so, I was again dubbed as the-guy-who-will-give-the-graduation-speech, of which I'm sure was a useless nickname because soon enough, news was told that everyone is to give a speech. Imagine my relief and the groan of my classmates.

I guess the crowning glory of my everyday classes were the lunch breaks. 60 minutes of food, relaxation, unaldulterated conversations, and an occasional trip the grocer and the nearby malls. Oh, the malls! The building where my Japanese classes were held is located right beside a cluster of malls... and when I say cluster, I meant 5 malls; all connected with walkways, bridges, underpasses, gardens, and some are built right next to each other that you won't even notice that you've stepped into another building entirely! Now that's convenient. Although we don't go there much as you'd expect us to do; it was hot outside, and we're too lazy to walk in the sun. We'd rather sleep on the sofas, or eat vanilla ice cream cones.

*sigh* Yes, the great Golden Age of Bumness was the most mediocre period of the 5 Months Of Anticipation. The abidance of May, the continuation of my studies, the nearness of the upcoming flight, the school pressure, the familial "We'll miss you!" moments, the juxtaposition of bonding sessions with my batchmates, and the vanilla ice cream cones.

It was, as I recall it, creamy.