Today in school we had the first section of our five-part test: reading. This was the section that I was feeling the least apprehensive about, and so it came as a bit of a shock when I sat down and realised that I couldn’t actually do any of it. Still, I ploughed on regardless, and gave it my best stab, although if I have somehow managed to pass it owes far more to good-luck (most of the questions were multiple choice), than to any skill on my behalf. I am now vaguely weary that by the end of the conversation test on Thursday morning, I may well need to have a slight breakdown; is 27 too young to write this off as a mid-life crisis I wonder?
Apart from Kinno-san, I don’t really know that much about the fellow inhabitants of my apartment block. However, I am resolved, once my tests are out of the way, to find out more about them. Mainly because I have two pressing issues that need to be addressed: 1) Why do the people opposite have a half-discarded life-like model of a women on their balcony, strategically placed so as to stare vacantly at me as I leave the house each morning; and 2) Why do the people next door to me insist on leaving a newspaper stuffed in their letterbox, and more importantly, would they mind terribly if I pushed it through for them, as I am beginning to loose sleep over it.