Having now officially finished my language training, I have spent the last couple of days putting together a plan of action in regards to my Japanese education. Having come to the conclusion that I almost certainly failed the JLPT N2 test that I took at the beginning of last month, I have decided to aim for a resist come next December. The benefit of not being at school, aside from the constant impression of stupidity, means that I am able to tailor a program to suit my individual needs, the summary of which is that basically I need to redo all of what I have been taught so far, but to do it better. A rather simple premise, but one in which I already have complete confidence in my ability to destroy.
This afternoon Darren and I watched a Japanese film (subtitles) entitled Minbo: the Gentle Art of Japanese Extortion, in which the Yakuza were satirised as a kind of bumbling, aggressive mob. The best part about the film was definitely its shameless eighties-ness, and so I was shocked when I discovered that it had actually been released in 1992, if only because this meant that shoulder pads and triangular bubble perms went on for a good 3 years longer than I had previously thought.