Indeed.
Anyways, last Friday my school had its music festival. Complete in a huge booked theatre with about 500 onlookers while my class sung Tegami (a Japanese song) and We are the world.
Nervous? Yes. Liked it? Loved it.
Sure, trying to sing a song in Japanese in front of lots of people is a bit doki doki but when I could hide my terrible voice within the sound of a class of 39 singing Japanese, it's not that bad. And I had no troubles singing We are the world (not that I like the song at all though, too politically correct).
But what really made me love the music festival was listening to the other classes, and the "private performances" by clubs or groups of three, they were brave.
Of course, the best of all was the song of the class that won, 10-2. They sang freaking Zankoku Na Tenshi No These and they were amazing.
So yeah, that was fun.
In other news I have picked my new classes for when I become a 12th grader (next school year starts in April, y'know). And I quickly noticed that 12th graders have awesome schedules. Every class consists of double hours, two periods that is. And we're supposed to have 10 classes altogether, if you're good at math (or simply not bad), you would understand that it's less than 4 hours of school per day (I have school on Saturdays, remember?). I'll either get myself some nice extra sleep in the morning or finish classes by noon, woohoo!
A slightly amusing fact is that I still haven't written my schedule here and probably never will before it becomes obsolete. That's the power of procrastination for you.
So what else is there to write about? Gee, that's a good question. I recently realized I've reached (my, look at that wonderful line of I's and R's) the point where my Japanese skills are good enough to say funny things and make people laugh with me (as opposed to saying stupid things making people laugh at me), so that's nice (It still feels like I suck at Japanese though).
I might be crazy, saying this. But I actually do think my creative ability has increased, somehow. Japan has given me loads and loads of time to spend thinking and I then get to train my transition from thoughts into English by writing this blog. Goodie.
Onwards. So it's like, 4 months left here in Japan now. Man, I'll never underestimate the power of time again. Anyways, I still haven't gotten into the second phase of "At first you will want to be home but later you don't want to return", I'm kind of stuck in the middle, like "It's fine here, I don't mind it". But that's not good enough.
It bears mentioning - my cellphone has been broken for nearly two weeks, depriving me of the daily crazy mails I'd come to love, oh well. I'll go get it fixed one of these days, hopefully buying myself a denshijisho in the same go (number 56# on my list of "things I should tell my younger self if I ever get the chance": Buy a denshijisho as early as possible, they're too goddamn helpful).
Is that all? No? Well I can't come up with anything at the moment, let's leave it like this.
