Whilst I am not always convinced about the method that is employed at our language school, I have nothing but unbridled admiration for our teachers. As well as being very good at their job, they appear to genuinely care about our development and general well being. This afternoon I received a call from one of my teachers, asking if everything was okay, as I had seemed a bit down this week. Explaining that I have just been feeling a bit tired as of late (mainly caused by my brain feeling like it is going to explode with every new word that I ‘learn’), I thanked him for his concern and reminded myself again how lucky I am to be taught by the kind of teacher who rings to check on my welfare. Well either that or he was trying to sell me a book, as in keeping with the general theme of my Japanese education, I wasn’t entirely sure.
Today was my friend Rie’s birthday, and so a group of us went to an Italian restaurant in Shinjuku to celebrate. Normally the prospect of spending any amount of time Shinjuku would be about as appealing as an afternoon lodged in Hades’ armpit, but I ended up having a great time. I think that I even managed to understand a good 30% of what was being said during the course of the meal, and none of my responses seemed to elicit any distress from the rest of the group, which is always a good sign. It may only be at a pace that even a snail would turn it’s nose up at, but by Jove I think my Japanese might just be improving.