Japanese Me


My thumb
September 29, 2009, 3:11 pm
Filed under: life, random

This morning I cut my thumb while slicing up a persimmon.  Nothing terribly deep, just enough to draw some blood and sting.  The following ensued (all in English):

Me:  Ow!  I cut my thumb.

~Ken rushes in and has a look~

Ken: Oh, I thought ~mimes thumb falling onto counter~

Me:  That’s “I cut off my thumb”.

This is the stuff you can’t find in a textbook but really should know.



Bad Blogger
September 23, 2009, 7:13 pm
Filed under: craft

No cookie.  So here’s an FO instead.

Rivolo [Ravelry]

Pattern:  Rivolo by Anne Hanson

Yarn: Malabrigo Sock, Impressionist Sky, roughly three quarters of a skein (~325 yards)

Needles:  US 6

Ended up adding a few repeats to make up for my row gauge and the measurements came out right on the money.  I finished the scarf in two weeks including blocking, which is soooo rare for me.  I have a stack of things in my closet waiting to be washed and stretched but this baby got priority treatment.

It blocked like a dream – a floaty, wispy cloud dream.



Goukaku
September 8, 2009, 9:53 pm
Filed under: japanese

合格(ごうかく, goukaku) means “pass”.  As in, I passed level two of the JLPT, the test I failed by a few points last December.  Woo!  No time to rest, though – on to level one!

Photo by MrWabu

Not my certificate - my score wasn't quite that good. :P Photo by MrWabu



Anew
September 5, 2009, 10:49 pm
Filed under: japan, work

Work has started and my life has been turned upside down by the change in schedule.  I feel like I’m relearning how I did my job in some ways.  For example I forgot what time I usually leave the house for each of my five schools.  That leads me to playing it safe… and making it to school 20 minutes early.  It’s been a good week overall, though, and I’m enjoying seeing the kids again after six weeks off.

Story from last week:  I’m sitting at my desk during my planning period when a teacher and a fourth grader come into the staff room.  The kid takes a long look at me and the following ensues (all in Japanese):

Kid (to the other teacher): Sensei, there’s a foreigner here!

Me: Yup, and I can speak Japanese, too.  Good morning!

Kid: ~stunned silence~

Other teacher:  Go on, greet her.

Kid:  G-good morning.

I hope that gives her pause next time she sees a non-Japanese out and about – we may not “look” like we understand Japanese, but sometimes we do.