Today one of our regular teachers was ill, and so we had a substitute; who whilst being an excellent teacher, insisted on us answering her questions using long sentences. The result of which being that I spent most of the day cowering in my seat, oppressed by my continued inability to grasp relative clauses. Under the circumstances it is hardly surprising that I referred to a maze-like structure as being like a house of hope (nozomi), rather than a mouse’s (nezumi) abode.
After realising that the manga that Rie had so kindly lent me was effectively a set of girl’s detective novels, I decided that I needed something a little more enticing to get to grips with. Call me sexist, but the adventures of a female sleuth didn’t seem to warrant the months of reading and pain that would be required of me. Thankfully ‘Craig’s List’ was on hand to help, and I managed to find a complete set of the series ‘Death Note’ (That’s more like it!) for only ¥1000 (about £7.50). When I arrived at Ikebukuro station I couldn’t find the ‘White Caucasian’ that I was supposed to be looking for, and so wondered around aimlessly for a while, until a girl in her mid-twenties approached me carrying a stack of comics. I told her that I had been expecting a man, which seemed to offend her slightly. Unsurprising really, as Noemi is hardly the most masculine of names now is it.