Samia’s Newsletter

Every week, on Monday and Wednesday, I and Gabriela have Japanese classes. Of course, the one we just had was a marvelous dream and also a terrible nightmare. It was a beautiful day. It was rainy yet hotter than hell.
I was late and had to hurry to get to Tottori Association, which holds Japanese classes. Fortunately, my mother gave me a ride by car, even though it’s not even one block away. Well, when I got there, Gabriela and more than half of the class was reading what was written on the board, something like “na ni nu ne no, sa shi su se so, yadda yadda yadda”. Thank God I’ve already been through that. But nothing is perfect. As soon as I sat on my desk, sensei (teacher) turned to me and told me to read the kanjis (ideograms) on the board.
After that, we did an exercise of conversation. The same we do EVERY CLASS. Of course it’s great to memorize vocabulary, but I hate it. It was peaceful for a while, when I began to do my book exercises. Ah, if it would only last forever. But no, there it was, sitting right by my side: Gabriela.
For some reason, we started to talk about a TV show we watched last year, “Air TV”. It’s SO strange. The main character, a guy, turns into a crow. Yeah, a CROW. HOW can she ask me to take that seriously? The guy wakes up, and HE’S TURNED INTO A CROW.
Naruto. Why were we talking about that? Oh yeah, character death. Gabriela started to cry in the middle of the class, calling out names, and I just wanted to run away from there. Poor me. Poor classmates. Poor Sensei. Gabriela, I’ll kill you if you don’t shut up NOW.
It was like that until the end of the class. If I only could go back home and sleep… but then, again, nothing is perfect. As my father’s car started off, I couldn’t get out of my head where we were heading. Cultura Inglesa.