Today in school we had the ‘privilege’ of a large written test. As expected there were vocab, grammar and kanji recognition elements to it. As not expected there were quite a lot of kanji that we hadn’t been taught, but whose meaning was essential to answering the grammar-based part of the exam. At first, when I pointed this out, the teacher offered an apology and wrote the reading on the whiteboard. By the time I had put my hand up for the fifth time the teacher looked rather less impressed, and rather more like someone who was inclined towards inflicting pain on know-it-all (or in this case, know-nothing) students.
This afternoon we had a visit to a Kendo (way of the sword) dojo, where we took part in a training session. It is fair to say that I looked anything but intimidating in the traditional outfit, and that I demonstrated all the pose of a drunken monkey. In fact, pretty much the only thing I did excel at was shouting really loudly. Oh yes, and neutering our sensei by hitting him really hard in the one place where he had no armour.