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It's the little things.

Got my test back. I got hammered. Scored 39 out of 58. As far as going any further in Japanese is considered, that's failing. Blah.

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  1. Ughhh. Sorry to hear that. Is this because it's an accelerated class, or just that out of practice?

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  2. Both, dammit. Both. Before this class, I hadn't really practiced excepting some sparse conversations with Japanese girls for about four years. And I haven't had a regular schedule for probably about the same amount of time, so this whole getting up at 7:45, attending class from 8:30 to 1, and then doing a bunch of homework and review...it's harder than going into construction based labour after years of not working out.

    I am not a daily schedule kinda guy.

    I need to graduate and just get to working in comics so I don't need this shit. Of course, that will likely leave me poor and unknown for all eternity, but, hey, at least I'll enjoy it.

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  3. I never actually took a good Spanish class after junior high, so I figured in college I would take some to refresh, and so I could get into grad school. I kind of screwed up, plus got experimented on a bit as well, so it wasn't all that good. I can imagine how hard it would be to take a higher level class after four years of non-use.

    As for doing what you want even though it won't make you rich, better than dreading your job on a daily basis. I certainly hate mine, but the flexibility is nice.

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