My sincerest apologies to everyone who has waited more than a week to see an update on here. After a busy and eventful weekend in Nagasaki, we returned Sunday afternoon to a mound of homework and a week with 4 tests looming before us. Needless to say, the tests and homework mounds too precedence over blog updating. Sorry!
But we're back now, and should definitely have more pictures and adventures soon. Becky's got her heart set on writing about the Nagasaki trip, so I will leave that to her. She is sleeping right now, and may update later tonight about Nagasaki with a bit of persuasion.
Anyway, first I'll talk about class life, which, after this week, is the most pertinent topic. As some of you know, we are using a textbook series called Genki. It's issued by the Japan Times, and comes in two main volumes, spanning 23 chapters. Last year in class with Grand Valley's newest 日本人 on staff, Sayaka Abe sensei, I covered the first book in it's entirety, which brought me through all of chapters 1 through 12. Thanks to Abe sensei's thorough, comprehensive, and highly enjoyable class (yes she might read this eventually ^_^ ), I had a pretty solid footing on the basics as I went into the placement test 3 weeks ago. Becky, however, had a bit of a rough beginning to her Japanese learning career, with a new sensei every semester and a very slow pacing before Jeremy Robinson sensei, the GVSU Japanese program's current "buchou", took the reigns of the program two years ago. Becky's first year in Japanese only covered the first 8 chapters of Genki, and Robinson sensei had no choice to to pick up the pace to catch the class up to where they should have been. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for a teacher to make a lesson plan for a foreign language class, muchless for a language as complicated as Japanese. To avoid digression, we'll end it here: Abe sensei, Robinson sensei, I am very grateful for the curriculum you've put together at GVSU. Thank you for everything!
Anyway. There are plenty of readers (hi, family!) that haven't the slightest clue about Japanese anything. The alphabet, the food, the culture, the cartoons, it's almost like a foreign country on the other side of the world! Since the topic of the moment is class, I thought it might be of interest to explain in a highly abridged form how the intimidating character system works. Senseis and classmates, feel free to skip this next part.
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Let's begin with Hiragana.
Hiragana is the "main" alphabet, which allows for the creation of all the "sounds" that can be made in Japanese. They all have their own pronunciations (based on syllables, unlike the western languages who are based on phonics), and are derived from Chinese characters a long, long time ago. They look like this:
まいにちにほんごのじゅぎょうにたくさんかんじとぶんぽうをならいますから、まいばんしゅくだいがよじいじょうあります。
(Because we learn a lot of kanji and grammar every day in Japanese class, we have at least 4 hours of homework every night).
They're loopy, rounded, and for the most part, pretty simple. At least, no more complicated than western characters. This is the first alphabet that is learned. There are 39 hiragana characters, and some of them, like english (hello, X, Q and Z) are rarely used. It would be easy if we left it at that, right? Well, there's been talk around here that Kanji is slowly being phased out, and the eventual evolutionary step of the language will be for kanji to disappear. But that won't happen any time soon, especially not in my lifetime.
"Adam, what is this "Kanji" crap you keep talking about! I don't understand it at all!"
So glad you asked! Well you see, kanji is the reason why everybody gripes about Japanese. It's the reason why, after 16 chapters of basics, I still can't even read street signs all the way, and it's the reason why the novels I picked up are going to take several years to read. Kanji are borrowed chinese characters, all with a conceptual meaning, and sometimes as many as 5 different pronunciations depending on context. What!? Yeah, it's not easy. Oh, and there are also over 5000 kanji.
The same sentence again, but with kanji incorporated:
毎日日本語の授業にたくさん漢字と文法を習いますから、毎晩宿題が四時以上あります。
Well, at least it takes up less space, right? This is pronounced the exact same way as the all-hiragana sentence, and it means exactly the same thing. It may look more complicated at first glance, but imagine if you knew every character at the blink of an eye after growing up in a country where you have been exposed to it for several decades. If that were the case, you'd say this way of writing it actually faster to read and comprehend, right? I'm getting to the point where sentences with no Kanji at all are more difficult to read (there are no spaces between words in japanese, if you have noticed), and all-hiragana sentences look like a melisma of curly lines.
So in a nut shell, each kanji has its own concept. Let's take the first few in the sentence:
毎＝まい＝mai = every
日＝にち＝nichi = day (or more specifically, sun, or sun cycle)
hence, 毎日＝まいにち＝every day. Kanji is the concept, and hiragana is the pronunciation system. But not everything has kanji versions. Many grammatical structures, including but not limited to verb conjugations, and particles, and many nouns, are always written in hiragana.
For instance, a verb, "to go" (iku):
行く＝to go
行った＝went
行かない＝didn't go
行こう＝let's go
行ったことがない＝have never gone
Some are long, and some are short, but the kanji （行）is always the same in whatever contextual conjugation you care to give it. But I'm beginning to digress.
Last up is Katakana, an alphabet of hiragana doppelgangers used for "imported" words. As with any language in this highly global world, words from other languages are adopted as society needs them. Sometimes it's because there isn't a similar word in the original language, and another language already has a perfectly accessible one (in English, see words such as "coup d'etat", "perfume", "crescendo", and "hamburger"). Let's see if you can spot the Katakana by its rigid, linear style:
コンピューターを使ってインタネットを見て、ブローグにしゃしんをアップしました。
"I used my computer to view the internet, and uploaded photos to my blog."
As you could maybe guess, "computer", "internet", "blog", and "upload" are english words with japanese pronunciation. This is rather difficult to read at first, since katakana has the same amount of characters (with a few extra variations) as the hiragana alphabet, and it's sometimes inconvenient to remember two characters for the same sound, on top of kanji. But then, I remembered learning upper and lower case english letters, and later cursive, and wondering how in God's name "G" and "g" were the same letter. "R" and "r"? Get out of town. "O" and "o"? Okay, I can live with that. But as you're reading now, it probably doesn't even phase you anymore that those two letters are different looking, since they trigger the same response in your brain. In other words, it's not all that different as any other language. It's just got a different shaped learning curve.
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I hope this has been relatively interesting for those of you who don't know much about the writing system that I've been slaving over learning for the past 3 weeks. I find it absolutely fascinating, and have fallen in love with the process of learning a foreign language. I've always been a big fan of how words work together, and my lengthy resume (another french-borrowed word) of english courses taken and langage books read can be a testament to that. On a related note, the process of learning a foreign language is paralleled verbatim with the process of learning and mastering a musical instrument, and simultaneously studying all the ideosynchrasies and applications of music, and eventually developing your own style withing the macrochosm. Notation is the written language, Ear Training is the pronunciation factor, music theory is the grammar, performing is applied speaking via conversation, and developing a writing style is just like developing a compositional style. They are literally the same process. Pretty cool.
I'll also go on record as saying that extensive listening of music of all forms and weirdness, the music school ear training curriculum, and hours upon hours of passing a single note down the line with the intention of perfect matching in trumpet ensemble has boosted my dialect/pronunciation perception to strong proportions. While I'm not the best at vocab retention, pretty slow at grammatical construction, and can't draw parallel lines in kanji to save my life, my pronunciation of Japanese words is, if I may say so, probably the best in the class.
So as for the class, we have covered 4 full chapters of Genki so far (13-16). Each chapter contains about 60 new words, 16-20 Kanji (which allow for the construction of more words, sometimes words we already know, but usually not), 3 to 7 new grammar points, which can range from new verb conjugations, to types of sentence clauses, to ideosynchrasies between the different words for "to give". Also, there is a supplementary section in each chapter that covers a bit of culture, and about 30 extra words. Every night, we get homework from the designated Genki tear-out workbook, Kanji practice sheets, that drill handwriting and contextualize new kanji, word association maps, essays (and i mean 5th grade-size essays for the most part) and whatever else the 5 different senseis decide to bestow upon us. Usually, it amounts to about 10 pages a night. The effect of this of course, is that I catch up on sleep during the afternoon instead of updating the blog.
So after a total of 8 tests, one kanji/vocab and one grammar per chapter, I'm holding my own. Becky and I have a similar grade at the moment; I think she may have a few more cumulative points than me, but we're both doing just what we need to be doing. But upper-mid-90's on tests is not even in the same realm as speaking conversationally to Japanese friends. And the people in class that speak as if they're an authority on a subject after learning it once, and sporting a high-browed attitude while barking out in-class answers with excessive volume fail to see through their own conceited delusion that regardless of who shouts out the kanji's meaning first, everyone in class still SUCKS at Japanese compared to native speakers. It's just a fact that MUST be accepted if you expect to keep all your learning doors open. Now I'll get off my soapbox.
I was also going to write about the Tea Ceremony today, but I've exhausted my will to type any more. Expect to see soon:
Becky's update on Nagasaki
Adam's update on the customs of rehearsing Japanese classical music
Someone's update on Tea Ceremony
Watashitachi no update on "Top 10 cool things in Japan". (I look forward to writing this one)
Until next time~
Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Engrish DOES exist, and it IS Hilarious.
While this is the most potent example I've seen, finding broken English around the city is always rewarding.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Just Quite Not the Same
Daily life in Japan is, in many ways, a distant cry from American culture. But there are some things that are stunningly similar: things that make it almost unfair in a traveling American's favour. The language, the food, the crazy antics and fetishes with an infamously endearing reputation, the starkly different things mostly speak for themselves, and a typical American most likely has at least a general idea of their existence.
The strangest things I've found are the things that are the same.
Becky and I went on a deito last night, and ate out at Warawara. It was a cozy restaurant that had utterly fantastic sashimi. We removed our shoes immediately after entering and placed them in a locker. Shoes at the door help make the floors of Japanese restaurants sparkly clean. We were seated in a booth far secluded from anyone else - the whole restaurant was set up so the booths had a great deal of privacy. We could barely see anyone else's table from where we were seated. A recurring motif in Japanese restaurants seems to be the service bell. Instead of a waiter or waitress coming over and interrupting conversation from time to time, each booth has a service button, which you press to ring a bell when you would like the aid of the wait staff. Also, since tips are not part of the Japanese culture, you can expect a different face every time you ring the bell. Furthermore, after you ring the bell the first time, you will be asked about both drinks AND food. Drinks only come out first if you opt not to order the food with the drinks. Also, whether or not you order drinks and food together, or just drinks first, the drinks will come out first accompanied by a surprise appetizer. Last night, ours was a cup of macaroni and tuna that tasted dangerously reminiscent of my mother's signature casserole. Surprise, mom! I found a Japanese dish even you would eat.
All the previously mentioned aspects are hardly a far-cry from American culture, but are mostly an easily adaptable changes. Differences like should be expected in a country on the other side of the world. Things would be more strange if there weren't differences like these, right?
Well, let's talk about some of the selections we heard on the radio during dinner. All Star by Smash Mouth... If You Had My Love by Jennifer Lopez...
Washed up 90's pop? Seriously!? I was really excited when I heard the Hana Yori Dango first season theme song on the radio my first day in Japan, and later, the latest Fullmetal Alchemist theme song in a conveyour belt sushi restaurant... but now I get to eat Kelp Salad and Sashimi to Breakfast at Tiffany's? After spending an entire day, from 9 to 9, in downtown Beppu, this was definitely the thing with which I was the least comfortable. Japan is very westernized in some respects. Let the drink I ordered be another testament to this: グレープフルッツジュースgureepufurutsu juusu (read: grapefruit juice）
The Katakana alphabet, used specifically for foreign words (and also colloquially for emphasis), spells out english words very often. Juice, beer, wine, most drinks have english derivatives. On the alchoholic front, the best new drink, which surpasses everything in america but Khalua and Milk, is Chuuhai. Chuuhai comes in many fruity flavours, and grapefruit is my top-tier choice.
Coming soon will be "Adam and Becky's Top 10 'things' in Japan". As for tomorrow, we intend to have a day full of studying for our first two tests: kanji and vocab on monday, bunpou (grammar) on tuesday.
Until next time, please comment, and expand your breadth of knowledge by clicking my links~
The strangest things I've found are the things that are the same.
Becky and I went on a deito last night, and ate out at Warawara. It was a cozy restaurant that had utterly fantastic sashimi. We removed our shoes immediately after entering and placed them in a locker. Shoes at the door help make the floors of Japanese restaurants sparkly clean. We were seated in a booth far secluded from anyone else - the whole restaurant was set up so the booths had a great deal of privacy. We could barely see anyone else's table from where we were seated. A recurring motif in Japanese restaurants seems to be the service bell. Instead of a waiter or waitress coming over and interrupting conversation from time to time, each booth has a service button, which you press to ring a bell when you would like the aid of the wait staff. Also, since tips are not part of the Japanese culture, you can expect a different face every time you ring the bell. Furthermore, after you ring the bell the first time, you will be asked about both drinks AND food. Drinks only come out first if you opt not to order the food with the drinks. Also, whether or not you order drinks and food together, or just drinks first, the drinks will come out first accompanied by a surprise appetizer. Last night, ours was a cup of macaroni and tuna that tasted dangerously reminiscent of my mother's signature casserole. Surprise, mom! I found a Japanese dish even you would eat.
All the previously mentioned aspects are hardly a far-cry from American culture, but are mostly an easily adaptable changes. Differences like should be expected in a country on the other side of the world. Things would be more strange if there weren't differences like these, right?
Well, let's talk about some of the selections we heard on the radio during dinner. All Star by Smash Mouth... If You Had My Love by Jennifer Lopez...
Washed up 90's pop? Seriously!? I was really excited when I heard the Hana Yori Dango first season theme song on the radio my first day in Japan, and later, the latest Fullmetal Alchemist theme song in a conveyour belt sushi restaurant... but now I get to eat Kelp Salad and Sashimi to Breakfast at Tiffany's? After spending an entire day, from 9 to 9, in downtown Beppu, this was definitely the thing with which I was the least comfortable. Japan is very westernized in some respects. Let the drink I ordered be another testament to this: グレープフルッツジュースgureepufurutsu juusu (read: grapefruit juice）
The Katakana alphabet, used specifically for foreign words (and also colloquially for emphasis), spells out english words very often. Juice, beer, wine, most drinks have english derivatives. On the alchoholic front, the best new drink, which surpasses everything in america but Khalua and Milk, is Chuuhai. Chuuhai comes in many fruity flavours, and grapefruit is my top-tier choice.
Coming soon will be "Adam and Becky's Top 10 'things' in Japan". As for tomorrow, we intend to have a day full of studying for our first two tests: kanji and vocab on monday, bunpou (grammar) on tuesday.
Until next time, please comment, and expand your breadth of knowledge by clicking my links~
Thursday, June 10, 2010
So I'm Definitely American
So Japan's really different from the US, and I don't mean just the fact that the cars drive on the wrong side of the road and everyone speaks Japanese. I mean, things that are totally normal in the US (like waiting in an ORGANIZED LINE), are as foreign as I am. Here's a short list of some things that have struck me as different:
The line thing- the cafeteria is frightening. There's no such thing as a line. There are stations, like any other cafeteria where you go to get a certain kind of food, but instead of waiting in line for your turn, if you want food, you must push or be pushed. I'll have an almost full tray in my hands, be waiting patiently behind someone at the counter, and someone else will just push right in front of me without so much as a "sumimasen" (excuse me). I have to be just as aggressive, but I can't help but say excuse me as I fight for my food. I don't know if this is a Japan thing or just APU, but it's bringing out my survival instincts.
Yelling in the stores- store clerks scare me. I've been shopping a few times in the mall and some other shops, and every time without fail, a clerk will catch me off guard and startle me with a "IRRASSHAIMASE SHITSURESHIMASU!" which is like "welcome, honored customer". It's not that they say it, It's that they yell it at me. I'm just shopping! And it's not only when I enter, but anytime a clerk sees me. I feel like I'm in a war zone dodging explosives! I just want to shop in peace! lol.
And the shoes come off- in the weirdest places. Like when you enter a changing room, you have to take off your shoes! I kind of like to wear my shoes so I know what the clothes look like with shoes. and the other weird place is the dentist.
Story time: I went on an adventure today! I'm really proud of myself: I made it all the way downtown on the bus to the dentist's office on my own and they didn't speak English. I've had sores in my mouth (which happens from time to time due to diet change, sleep irregularity, and stress- all of which is going on right now- sorry mouth sores are really gross and most probably don't want to hear about it XD), and was told my the school heath clinic (where no one speaks English) to go find this dentist downtown. They gave me a general location and the hours. I got on the bus, got off and Kanagawa station, and tried to find a sign written in kanji (hooray for reading kanji!). It took me about 15 minutes to realize that it was right in front of me because the buildings all look like houses! So I went inside and was greeted by PLASTIC SLIPPERS. I had to take my shoes off in the dentist's office! So I put on some purple plastic slippers and proceeded to the info desk. The sign "Information" was the only sign in English in the whole place. Sigh. So, the dentist came up, and I handed him a paper the school had given me in order to explain my predicament. My Japanese is good enough to understand his questions, explain that my Japanese isn't very good, ask him if he spoke any English (which he didn't, but he said my Japanese was good!) and follow instruction. I explained what the problem was, and I was directed to the chair. I got a blanket at my seat! That was nice. The rest of the appointment continued as it would in the US, but with a lot more hand motions. My charades skills are gonna be awesome by the time I get home. He prescibed a gel and told me to apply it three times a day for one week and I should be cured. He handed me a card, written in Japanese with more information. I told him I understood the information on the card, he was impressed, and I was satisfied. I paid my 2,930円 (about $32US) an traded my slippers for my shoes again. Long story short: I survived the trip relying completely on my sorry language ability, was complimented by the dentist, and had to take my shoes off.
Drinking anywhere is OK- like Adam said in the last post, drinking in public is acceptable. The drinking age is 20 which is pretty strictly enforced. BUT most places don't check IDs of foreigners. Apparently we age faster than Asians, so we just look older. I might look 26 to a cashier here and haven't been carded once. Some Americans in our group are taking advantage of this fact and walking down the street with drinks in their hands. Some got drunk, hung out in front of the mall, ran into one of our Japanese professors, and it was totally cool. That doesn't happen in the US.
So that's all I can think of. I'm pretty wiped from my hypertension-inducing adventure to the dentist's office.
Class is going great. We have 4 different senseis (teachers) for Adam's and my level. The punk-rocker Iwamoto sensei Adam mentioned, a nice but spastic young female Muroi sensei who is way too genki (energetic) for 8:45AM, Sudo sensei who makes us all feel stupid when she talks too fast, and Ueda sensei is is more like a nice grandmother. She speaks quietly with a very smooth rhythm and I can't help but fall asleep. Pretty good mix of teacher types.
Fashion in Japan is baffling me. People wear the weirdest stuff, and it's cool! I consider myself a pretty regular dresser, but here, I stick out as AMERICAN because of how I dress (and my skin, eyes, and language...). I went shopping for hours yesterday trying to figure it out, but I'm still not sure what's cool. That's one of my goals: figure out this fashion thing and master it.
ALSO: There's a fabric store in the mall. Legit. I want to buy some of their cool Asian printed cottons...if only I can figure out how to ask for a fabric amount in meters...weird.
I ended up buying two skirts, a shirt, and some thigh-high stockings. I already feel like i'm blending...
Last night I went on an American-food hunt. I found Italian bread, strawberry preserves, and peanutcream. It's not peanut butter, but it's awesome. Kind of like peanut butter jelly- it has a jellified texture. I made a PP&J, found some chocolate chip cookies and milk, and did my homework. Today there was a stand outside of our dorm selling vegetable pizza. I of course bought one because I haven't tasted cheese in over a week. ALSO, I haven't use a fork in a week! They handed me a fork when I moved in, and it hasn't moved from the place I put it when I got here. Chopsticks all the time. I'm getting really skilled in the way of the chopstick.
I miss my friends, family, coworkers, etc, and American TV shows (Secret Life od the American Teenager isn't licensed in Japan, so I haven't been able to access the new season yet...boo). If anyone has any questions or anything, please comment on our posts. I'm starting to wonder if people are reading this...
XOXO Becky
The line thing- the cafeteria is frightening. There's no such thing as a line. There are stations, like any other cafeteria where you go to get a certain kind of food, but instead of waiting in line for your turn, if you want food, you must push or be pushed. I'll have an almost full tray in my hands, be waiting patiently behind someone at the counter, and someone else will just push right in front of me without so much as a "sumimasen" (excuse me). I have to be just as aggressive, but I can't help but say excuse me as I fight for my food. I don't know if this is a Japan thing or just APU, but it's bringing out my survival instincts.
Yelling in the stores- store clerks scare me. I've been shopping a few times in the mall and some other shops, and every time without fail, a clerk will catch me off guard and startle me with a "IRRASSHAIMASE SHITSURESHIMASU!" which is like "welcome, honored customer". It's not that they say it, It's that they yell it at me. I'm just shopping! And it's not only when I enter, but anytime a clerk sees me. I feel like I'm in a war zone dodging explosives! I just want to shop in peace! lol.
And the shoes come off- in the weirdest places. Like when you enter a changing room, you have to take off your shoes! I kind of like to wear my shoes so I know what the clothes look like with shoes. and the other weird place is the dentist.
Story time: I went on an adventure today! I'm really proud of myself: I made it all the way downtown on the bus to the dentist's office on my own and they didn't speak English. I've had sores in my mouth (which happens from time to time due to diet change, sleep irregularity, and stress- all of which is going on right now- sorry mouth sores are really gross and most probably don't want to hear about it XD), and was told my the school heath clinic (where no one speaks English) to go find this dentist downtown. They gave me a general location and the hours. I got on the bus, got off and Kanagawa station, and tried to find a sign written in kanji (hooray for reading kanji!). It took me about 15 minutes to realize that it was right in front of me because the buildings all look like houses! So I went inside and was greeted by PLASTIC SLIPPERS. I had to take my shoes off in the dentist's office! So I put on some purple plastic slippers and proceeded to the info desk. The sign "Information" was the only sign in English in the whole place. Sigh. So, the dentist came up, and I handed him a paper the school had given me in order to explain my predicament. My Japanese is good enough to understand his questions, explain that my Japanese isn't very good, ask him if he spoke any English (which he didn't, but he said my Japanese was good!) and follow instruction. I explained what the problem was, and I was directed to the chair. I got a blanket at my seat! That was nice. The rest of the appointment continued as it would in the US, but with a lot more hand motions. My charades skills are gonna be awesome by the time I get home. He prescibed a gel and told me to apply it three times a day for one week and I should be cured. He handed me a card, written in Japanese with more information. I told him I understood the information on the card, he was impressed, and I was satisfied. I paid my 2,930円 (about $32US) an traded my slippers for my shoes again. Long story short: I survived the trip relying completely on my sorry language ability, was complimented by the dentist, and had to take my shoes off.
Drinking anywhere is OK- like Adam said in the last post, drinking in public is acceptable. The drinking age is 20 which is pretty strictly enforced. BUT most places don't check IDs of foreigners. Apparently we age faster than Asians, so we just look older. I might look 26 to a cashier here and haven't been carded once. Some Americans in our group are taking advantage of this fact and walking down the street with drinks in their hands. Some got drunk, hung out in front of the mall, ran into one of our Japanese professors, and it was totally cool. That doesn't happen in the US.
So that's all I can think of. I'm pretty wiped from my hypertension-inducing adventure to the dentist's office.
Class is going great. We have 4 different senseis (teachers) for Adam's and my level. The punk-rocker Iwamoto sensei Adam mentioned, a nice but spastic young female Muroi sensei who is way too genki (energetic) for 8:45AM, Sudo sensei who makes us all feel stupid when she talks too fast, and Ueda sensei is is more like a nice grandmother. She speaks quietly with a very smooth rhythm and I can't help but fall asleep. Pretty good mix of teacher types.
Fashion in Japan is baffling me. People wear the weirdest stuff, and it's cool! I consider myself a pretty regular dresser, but here, I stick out as AMERICAN because of how I dress (and my skin, eyes, and language...). I went shopping for hours yesterday trying to figure it out, but I'm still not sure what's cool. That's one of my goals: figure out this fashion thing and master it.
ALSO: There's a fabric store in the mall. Legit. I want to buy some of their cool Asian printed cottons...if only I can figure out how to ask for a fabric amount in meters...weird.
I ended up buying two skirts, a shirt, and some thigh-high stockings. I already feel like i'm blending...
Last night I went on an American-food hunt. I found Italian bread, strawberry preserves, and peanutcream. It's not peanut butter, but it's awesome. Kind of like peanut butter jelly- it has a jellified texture. I made a PP&J, found some chocolate chip cookies and milk, and did my homework. Today there was a stand outside of our dorm selling vegetable pizza. I of course bought one because I haven't tasted cheese in over a week. ALSO, I haven't use a fork in a week! They handed me a fork when I moved in, and it hasn't moved from the place I put it when I got here. Chopsticks all the time. I'm getting really skilled in the way of the chopstick.
I miss my friends, family, coworkers, etc, and American TV shows (Secret Life od the American Teenager isn't licensed in Japan, so I haven't been able to access the new season yet...boo). If anyone has any questions or anything, please comment on our posts. I'm starting to wonder if people are reading this...
XOXO Becky
Monday, June 7, 2010
First Weekend, First Day of Class
We're past the break-in period, and there's so much to talk about. I'll try to recount the particularly cool parts.
Let's start with Friday: the B-level placement test, which was NOT as easy as I was expecting, didn't cover just Genki 1 material, and also included a speaking interview, so I was caught off guard. It wasn't of any consequence though, because I still placed into the B level class. Becky also elected to enter the B level class to solidify her basics. I like this, because it means we are in the same class! Anyway, after the placement test, we met our APU "buddies", APU students who speak English and Japanese that have elected to help out us newcomers on a 1 on 1 basis. My buddy Kotaro is a pretty sweet dude. Someone was turning 20, so we all went out to downtown Beppu to have some fun. He hit a few bars, and I bought a supremely delicious drink called Chuuhai. It's a rice alcohol with tonic soda, flavoured with various fruits. I got the grapefruit flavour, and hot damn, it was one of the best drinks I've ever tasted. Kotaro and a few others decided that the bar was a little too expensive, so they brought a small group of us to a little park next to a beach. Across the street was a 7-Eleven, which sold remarkably cheap, pre-mixed cocktails in tall cans. He bought me a highball (among other things) and we hung out at the beach, while slowly being joined by more and more APU students.
Fun fact about Japan: you can drink alcohol anywhere outside. It's not a problem at all.
APU has been really fascinating so far partly because of how many different countries are represented. I've met and made friends with students from Thailand, India, Korea, the Phillipines, China, Japan, Norway, and other U.S. states, and I've only been here for three days. Everyone's got a story, and it's great to listen to them.
The rest of the weekend was spent with preliminary studying, and a shopping trip through Beppu, where we stopped at a 100yen store (like a 1dollar store), and, among other places, the You Me Town shopping center, which was an odd hybrid of a mall and a department store. Very cool - check out the pics on Facebook.
Today, we had nearly 5 hours of Japanese class. It was all a high-speed crash-course that covered review from Genki chapters 6 through 10. We had three of the four teachers we will be having this semester, and one of them is a Japanese emo-punk-rock band singer, and taught a review of short form vs. polite form using a chibi character from Hetalia Axis Powers Total badass. The review was thoroughly appreciated, and it looks like we'll be beginning truly new material on Wednesday.
After class, I pulled out the horn to flex my lips out of entropy with Bitsch and Ravel. Luck would have it, after a little bit, I was approached by a few brass musicians in the APU wind ensemble. They were impressed, and wanted me to come play with them in their rehearsal tonight. They didn't speak English, so I got to flex my developing translation muscles, which while only 3 days old, are getting some serious workouts. I ended up playing a sectional with the trumpet section, where we played two Japanese wind ensemble pieces, and was then recruited to be their principal trumpeter.
Wait, what!?
Yeah. So now I am principal trumpet of the APU Wind Orchestra. They rehearse a ton, but I convinced them it was okay for me to just show up twice a week, since I need to be studying Japanese as often as possible. As for the group - the music wasn't particularly difficult (it had it's moments), but over all the compositions were beautiful, and I've never played in a more in-tune band. When the conductor had sections play by themselves, it always sounded like one instrument playing out of many bells. I was seriously impressed. The band isn't very big, but it definitely sounds good. I'm going to play a concert with them in Oita in July, where they will be judged in what sounds like a College Solo and Ensemble event. Through a sectional and an ensemble rehearsal conducted in Japanese, and with a few new buddies to help me out, I learned a lot of new Japanese, as well as the added embarrassment of introducing myself in Japanese to a room full of 40 Nihonjin students. For those of you who don't know, a Japanese introduction tends to provide a little bit of background information on a person, usually that which is pertinent to the meeting, as well as several formalities. Mine went a little like this:
"Hajimemashite. Watakushi wa Adam to moshimasu."
"This is our first time meeting. Respectfully, my name is Adam."
"Shusshin wa Michigan desu. Ima, Grand Valley Daigaku ni itteimasu."
"My home region is Michigan. Right now, I attend Grand Valley State University."
"Ryuugakusei no yonensei desu. Kodomo no toki kara Trumpet of fuiteimasu."
"I am a foreign exchange student in my fourth year of college. I have been playing the trumpet since I was a kid".
"Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
"Nice to meet you; please be kind to me."
All in all the wind ensemble was really fun, and I'm beat. It's time for bed before I get up giga-early again to make some studying happen. I'm going to check out the Taiko (Japanese traditional drumming ensemble) club on Saturday, and eventually also check out the Traditional instruments club, while definitely bringing my recorder. I'm not leaving Japan without some serious audio samples of local sounds!
Until next time~
Let's start with Friday: the B-level placement test, which was NOT as easy as I was expecting, didn't cover just Genki 1 material, and also included a speaking interview, so I was caught off guard. It wasn't of any consequence though, because I still placed into the B level class. Becky also elected to enter the B level class to solidify her basics. I like this, because it means we are in the same class! Anyway, after the placement test, we met our APU "buddies", APU students who speak English and Japanese that have elected to help out us newcomers on a 1 on 1 basis. My buddy Kotaro is a pretty sweet dude. Someone was turning 20, so we all went out to downtown Beppu to have some fun. He hit a few bars, and I bought a supremely delicious drink called Chuuhai. It's a rice alcohol with tonic soda, flavoured with various fruits. I got the grapefruit flavour, and hot damn, it was one of the best drinks I've ever tasted. Kotaro and a few others decided that the bar was a little too expensive, so they brought a small group of us to a little park next to a beach. Across the street was a 7-Eleven, which sold remarkably cheap, pre-mixed cocktails in tall cans. He bought me a highball (among other things) and we hung out at the beach, while slowly being joined by more and more APU students.
Fun fact about Japan: you can drink alcohol anywhere outside. It's not a problem at all.
APU has been really fascinating so far partly because of how many different countries are represented. I've met and made friends with students from Thailand, India, Korea, the Phillipines, China, Japan, Norway, and other U.S. states, and I've only been here for three days. Everyone's got a story, and it's great to listen to them.
The rest of the weekend was spent with preliminary studying, and a shopping trip through Beppu, where we stopped at a 100yen store (like a 1dollar store), and, among other places, the You Me Town shopping center, which was an odd hybrid of a mall and a department store. Very cool - check out the pics on Facebook.
Today, we had nearly 5 hours of Japanese class. It was all a high-speed crash-course that covered review from Genki chapters 6 through 10. We had three of the four teachers we will be having this semester, and one of them is a Japanese emo-punk-rock band singer, and taught a review of short form vs. polite form using a chibi character from Hetalia Axis Powers Total badass. The review was thoroughly appreciated, and it looks like we'll be beginning truly new material on Wednesday.
After class, I pulled out the horn to flex my lips out of entropy with Bitsch and Ravel. Luck would have it, after a little bit, I was approached by a few brass musicians in the APU wind ensemble. They were impressed, and wanted me to come play with them in their rehearsal tonight. They didn't speak English, so I got to flex my developing translation muscles, which while only 3 days old, are getting some serious workouts. I ended up playing a sectional with the trumpet section, where we played two Japanese wind ensemble pieces, and was then recruited to be their principal trumpeter.
Wait, what!?
Yeah. So now I am principal trumpet of the APU Wind Orchestra. They rehearse a ton, but I convinced them it was okay for me to just show up twice a week, since I need to be studying Japanese as often as possible. As for the group - the music wasn't particularly difficult (it had it's moments), but over all the compositions were beautiful, and I've never played in a more in-tune band. When the conductor had sections play by themselves, it always sounded like one instrument playing out of many bells. I was seriously impressed. The band isn't very big, but it definitely sounds good. I'm going to play a concert with them in Oita in July, where they will be judged in what sounds like a College Solo and Ensemble event. Through a sectional and an ensemble rehearsal conducted in Japanese, and with a few new buddies to help me out, I learned a lot of new Japanese, as well as the added embarrassment of introducing myself in Japanese to a room full of 40 Nihonjin students. For those of you who don't know, a Japanese introduction tends to provide a little bit of background information on a person, usually that which is pertinent to the meeting, as well as several formalities. Mine went a little like this:
"Hajimemashite. Watakushi wa Adam to moshimasu."
"This is our first time meeting. Respectfully, my name is Adam."
"Shusshin wa Michigan desu. Ima, Grand Valley Daigaku ni itteimasu."
"My home region is Michigan. Right now, I attend Grand Valley State University."
"Ryuugakusei no yonensei desu. Kodomo no toki kara Trumpet of fuiteimasu."
"I am a foreign exchange student in my fourth year of college. I have been playing the trumpet since I was a kid".
"Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
"Nice to meet you; please be kind to me."
All in all the wind ensemble was really fun, and I'm beat. It's time for bed before I get up giga-early again to make some studying happen. I'm going to check out the Taiko (Japanese traditional drumming ensemble) club on Saturday, and eventually also check out the Traditional instruments club, while definitely bringing my recorder. I'm not leaving Japan without some serious audio samples of local sounds!
Until next time~
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The Quest for APU
A 13 hour time change is no laughing matter. I'm beat. Although that may be due to the wacky sleeping schedule I've had to endure for the last 36 hours while travelling from Calgary. That was my last semi full-night's sleep. I apologize in advance for any ridiculous grammar I may throw at you! The combination of Japanese in my ears mixed with the exhaustion may result in some pretty silly English. Also, this is a really long entry, but I've got a lot to catch up on!
We spent around 12 hours in Calgary on Monday night, eating a heart breakfast at a truck stop and around 3AM local time (5AM Michigan time), then passing out for 5 hours before waking up and heading to the Calgary airport. We made sure to arrive at the airport SUPER early so there was no chance we would have any trouble. We got there around 9:15, even though our plane wasn't set to take off until 12:45. We had no desire for a repeat of the day before! We spent the hours searching for Adam's lost keys (which turned up in my backpack today! yay!), studying, and on my hunt for pizza. You know you're not in America when there isn't a pizza place within 100 yards. Fail: no pizza. Sandwiches instead.
Something that I found really cool while waiting for our Narita flight was the fact that we were the minority. Never before have I been so aware of my American-ness! 90% of our flight was Asian, mostly Japanese, and spoke in only Japanese. The flight itself was pretty uneventful. Air Canada is sweet in that it provides TVs for each passenger, fixed on the back of the seat in front of you. I watched "The Hangover", and Adam and I watched part of "Dorian Gray". I assumed my usual travelling pastime and slept for most of the trip, but it was that uncomfortable sitting-sleep that doesn't allow for REM cycles. Adam and I eventually pulled out his computer and watched some anime.
When we landed, we headed to customs to receive our visa stamps, then proceeded to see what had become of our luggage. Adam's hadn't even made it out of the Chicago airport with our plane, but we eventually found it with the luggage of a plane that had come straight from Chicago. Mine had made it as far as Toronto with us, but because of the quick plane change, had not made it to the Calgary flight. It showed up with a flight that had just come straight from Toronto. You're probably wondering Why didn't you two take either of those direct flights like your luggage? Is your luggage smarter than you? The answer is no. We saved money doing it the long way. I caused us some stress, but we saved a bundle!
Thanks to Dawn, my coworker, who made me some pretty awesome luggage tags! Those were a HUGE help for us as we located our luggage!!!
A quick pass through the second customs inspection where my Yakkan Shomei was only inspected because I mentioned it (after all that effort for that paperwork! sigh.), we headed to the front of the airport. Here, we rented cell phones. Mine's really Asian looking, white, and makes really obnoxious "sparkly" sounds when I open and close it. Adam's is the same, but black. Oh, Japan and your phones. We got tickets for the Nozomi Shinkansen (fastest bullet train), and headed for the connecting line that would take us to the Shinkansen station. This was a local line, not unlike Chicago's subway system, and stops at every stop between Narita Airport and Tokyo. The trip was a little over an hour to Shinagawa, our connecting station, and we had a lot to take in as we zoomed through Japanese towns and cities. Again, I was aware of my obvious American-ness. People stared at us, and I certainly stared back. There were so many interesting people, fashions, and stereotypical Japan things. There was a mom who had just picked up her young sons from school and had wrapped their snacks in handkerchiefs, not ziplock baggies. There were genuine schoolgirls in their short-skirted uniforms, giggling and gossiping, and nearly every man age 20-65 was wearing a full suit with a briefcase. I couldn't help but stare.
Finally, we arrived at Shinagawa station just in time for our Shinkansen and I had 5 minutes to call my parents to let them know I was alive and en route. It was 6:45PM Japan time, 5:45AM Michigan time. The Shinkansen was exactly like I had imagined it would be. It looked like a plane on tracks. The toilet seats were heated. Adam slept almost the entire 5 1/2 hour journey, and I nodded in and out almost the entire time, eventually conceding and just looking out at the dark Japan that was moving by at what seemed the speed of light. We passed through Kyoto, Osaka, Hiroshima, and many other major cities, but it was too dark to make much out. What I saw mostly was the signs: almost everything was in Kanji. I've got some major studying to do. We'll get another chance to see those cities in August.
We got to Hakata stion, the last stop, at midnight. We went to the ticket counter to find out when the next train to Beppu would leave. Not until 6:30AM. We were stubborn, refusing to get a hotel for 6 hours and decided to spent the night in the train station. We grabbed some eel on rice from a nearby restaurant, walked around for a while, and settled on the floor of the station for the night. We were not the only ones doing this. There were a few people sleeping in sleeping bangs or under boxes, waiting for a morning train. This was, although I couldn't believe it, even worse than sleeping on the plane. I think the longest period of time I spent asleep was about an hour, and the rest was around 20 minutes. Marble floors were not meant to be slept on. In addition, the lights were on all night and there was a jackhammer doing construction work until 4 in the morning. So, apparently the Japanese do their construction work in the middle of the night. And they get a HUGE group together to finish it quickly. You know how in the US, even the simplest construction projects seem to go on for FOREVER and you always see at least two guys sitting there, eating or smoking? Not here. Those guys were all business, didn't take breaks (that I saw) and were in and out of there in four hours. WOW. America, take notes (hem hem I-196...). But yeah, we slept through the jackhammer, we were so tired.
MORNING CAME, and the security guy who had been dutifully watching over us all night came to wake us up at 5 with a "Ohayoo gozaimasu!" and some head-bowing. We got lost trying to find where our train was supposed to leave from. We thought we were looking for a bus, but no- we had gotten tickets for a train. 2 1/2 hours later were were at Beppu station, and got on the first local bus that would take us to APU. It was about a half hour until APU's gates, and I didn't know how to pay the bus fare. Apparently I put my money in the wrong receiver, and the driver didn't speak English, so a teenage boy translated for us. When I had assured the driver that I had definitely paid the required amount, he relaxed. Adam just laughs at me, but hey, he might have done the same if he had tried to pay first :P
We dragged our luggage across campus to the AP House (dorms) and meet our RAs. Adam's RA is Bibi, a guy from the Philippines who speaks five languages (English, Japanese, Philippino, Mandarin,and southern Chinese) and is learning a sixth (Spanish). And I'm not doing so hot one my second.... My RA's name is Chenxi, who is Japanese by race, raised in China, and moved to Japan. She's disorganized. After a quick orientation of my room and the amenities on my floor, I was left to unpack. I have a single room, all to myself, which I'm slightly bummed about. I was looking forward to having a Japanese roommate with whom to practice speaking.
In my room I have: A futon bed (which took me, like, 20 minutes to figure out the sheets for, and I still don't know what to do with the square one because my bed is not square- it's rectangular, so...yeah, I didn't use that one. lol), desk, chair, closet, mini fridge, shelves, phone, desk lamp, tiny room with a toilet, a sink and mirror, and an UNBELIEVABLE view. The floor has a communal kitchen, but everyone has to buy their own pots, pans, utensils, etc. There's no meal plan, we either buy at the cafeteria, convenience store, or cook. The food's pretty inexpensive, at least. Adam's RA, Bibi, gave us a tour of the campus. The campus is beautiful. Soon, I'll post some pictures. We are in the mountains with a gorgeous view of Beppu and the bay.
I meant to study tonight, but ended up falling asleep for about 4 hours then ate some yogurt (my stomach isn't over the time change yet). I'll be up for a while (it's about 11:15PM here, 10:15AM in Michigan) studying for my placement test tomorrow. This whole "get to Beppu from Tokyo" thing has confirmed that my Japanese needs some serious work, and I want to do my best!
In all, travelling is not easy and I certainly couldn't have done it without Adam, but I'm glad to be here. This will take a lot of adjustment, but I can't wait! Pictures coming soon!
We spent around 12 hours in Calgary on Monday night, eating a heart breakfast at a truck stop and around 3AM local time (5AM Michigan time), then passing out for 5 hours before waking up and heading to the Calgary airport. We made sure to arrive at the airport SUPER early so there was no chance we would have any trouble. We got there around 9:15, even though our plane wasn't set to take off until 12:45. We had no desire for a repeat of the day before! We spent the hours searching for Adam's lost keys (which turned up in my backpack today! yay!), studying, and on my hunt for pizza. You know you're not in America when there isn't a pizza place within 100 yards. Fail: no pizza. Sandwiches instead.
Something that I found really cool while waiting for our Narita flight was the fact that we were the minority. Never before have I been so aware of my American-ness! 90% of our flight was Asian, mostly Japanese, and spoke in only Japanese. The flight itself was pretty uneventful. Air Canada is sweet in that it provides TVs for each passenger, fixed on the back of the seat in front of you. I watched "The Hangover", and Adam and I watched part of "Dorian Gray". I assumed my usual travelling pastime and slept for most of the trip, but it was that uncomfortable sitting-sleep that doesn't allow for REM cycles. Adam and I eventually pulled out his computer and watched some anime.
When we landed, we headed to customs to receive our visa stamps, then proceeded to see what had become of our luggage. Adam's hadn't even made it out of the Chicago airport with our plane, but we eventually found it with the luggage of a plane that had come straight from Chicago. Mine had made it as far as Toronto with us, but because of the quick plane change, had not made it to the Calgary flight. It showed up with a flight that had just come straight from Toronto. You're probably wondering Why didn't you two take either of those direct flights like your luggage? Is your luggage smarter than you? The answer is no. We saved money doing it the long way. I caused us some stress, but we saved a bundle!
Thanks to Dawn, my coworker, who made me some pretty awesome luggage tags! Those were a HUGE help for us as we located our luggage!!!
A quick pass through the second customs inspection where my Yakkan Shomei was only inspected because I mentioned it (after all that effort for that paperwork! sigh.), we headed to the front of the airport. Here, we rented cell phones. Mine's really Asian looking, white, and makes really obnoxious "sparkly" sounds when I open and close it. Adam's is the same, but black. Oh, Japan and your phones. We got tickets for the Nozomi Shinkansen (fastest bullet train), and headed for the connecting line that would take us to the Shinkansen station. This was a local line, not unlike Chicago's subway system, and stops at every stop between Narita Airport and Tokyo. The trip was a little over an hour to Shinagawa, our connecting station, and we had a lot to take in as we zoomed through Japanese towns and cities. Again, I was aware of my obvious American-ness. People stared at us, and I certainly stared back. There were so many interesting people, fashions, and stereotypical Japan things. There was a mom who had just picked up her young sons from school and had wrapped their snacks in handkerchiefs, not ziplock baggies. There were genuine schoolgirls in their short-skirted uniforms, giggling and gossiping, and nearly every man age 20-65 was wearing a full suit with a briefcase. I couldn't help but stare.
Finally, we arrived at Shinagawa station just in time for our Shinkansen and I had 5 minutes to call my parents to let them know I was alive and en route. It was 6:45PM Japan time, 5:45AM Michigan time. The Shinkansen was exactly like I had imagined it would be. It looked like a plane on tracks. The toilet seats were heated. Adam slept almost the entire 5 1/2 hour journey, and I nodded in and out almost the entire time, eventually conceding and just looking out at the dark Japan that was moving by at what seemed the speed of light. We passed through Kyoto, Osaka, Hiroshima, and many other major cities, but it was too dark to make much out. What I saw mostly was the signs: almost everything was in Kanji. I've got some major studying to do. We'll get another chance to see those cities in August.
We got to Hakata stion, the last stop, at midnight. We went to the ticket counter to find out when the next train to Beppu would leave. Not until 6:30AM. We were stubborn, refusing to get a hotel for 6 hours and decided to spent the night in the train station. We grabbed some eel on rice from a nearby restaurant, walked around for a while, and settled on the floor of the station for the night. We were not the only ones doing this. There were a few people sleeping in sleeping bangs or under boxes, waiting for a morning train. This was, although I couldn't believe it, even worse than sleeping on the plane. I think the longest period of time I spent asleep was about an hour, and the rest was around 20 minutes. Marble floors were not meant to be slept on. In addition, the lights were on all night and there was a jackhammer doing construction work until 4 in the morning. So, apparently the Japanese do their construction work in the middle of the night. And they get a HUGE group together to finish it quickly. You know how in the US, even the simplest construction projects seem to go on for FOREVER and you always see at least two guys sitting there, eating or smoking? Not here. Those guys were all business, didn't take breaks (that I saw) and were in and out of there in four hours. WOW. America, take notes (hem hem I-196...). But yeah, we slept through the jackhammer, we were so tired.
MORNING CAME, and the security guy who had been dutifully watching over us all night came to wake us up at 5 with a "Ohayoo gozaimasu!" and some head-bowing. We got lost trying to find where our train was supposed to leave from. We thought we were looking for a bus, but no- we had gotten tickets for a train. 2 1/2 hours later were were at Beppu station, and got on the first local bus that would take us to APU. It was about a half hour until APU's gates, and I didn't know how to pay the bus fare. Apparently I put my money in the wrong receiver, and the driver didn't speak English, so a teenage boy translated for us. When I had assured the driver that I had definitely paid the required amount, he relaxed. Adam just laughs at me, but hey, he might have done the same if he had tried to pay first :P
We dragged our luggage across campus to the AP House (dorms) and meet our RAs. Adam's RA is Bibi, a guy from the Philippines who speaks five languages (English, Japanese, Philippino, Mandarin,and southern Chinese) and is learning a sixth (Spanish). And I'm not doing so hot one my second.... My RA's name is Chenxi, who is Japanese by race, raised in China, and moved to Japan. She's disorganized. After a quick orientation of my room and the amenities on my floor, I was left to unpack. I have a single room, all to myself, which I'm slightly bummed about. I was looking forward to having a Japanese roommate with whom to practice speaking.
In my room I have: A futon bed (which took me, like, 20 minutes to figure out the sheets for, and I still don't know what to do with the square one because my bed is not square- it's rectangular, so...yeah, I didn't use that one. lol), desk, chair, closet, mini fridge, shelves, phone, desk lamp, tiny room with a toilet, a sink and mirror, and an UNBELIEVABLE view. The floor has a communal kitchen, but everyone has to buy their own pots, pans, utensils, etc. There's no meal plan, we either buy at the cafeteria, convenience store, or cook. The food's pretty inexpensive, at least. Adam's RA, Bibi, gave us a tour of the campus. The campus is beautiful. Soon, I'll post some pictures. We are in the mountains with a gorgeous view of Beppu and the bay.
I meant to study tonight, but ended up falling asleep for about 4 hours then ate some yogurt (my stomach isn't over the time change yet). I'll be up for a while (it's about 11:15PM here, 10:15AM in Michigan) studying for my placement test tomorrow. This whole "get to Beppu from Tokyo" thing has confirmed that my Japanese needs some serious work, and I want to do my best!
In all, travelling is not easy and I certainly couldn't have done it without Adam, but I'm glad to be here. This will take a lot of adjustment, but I can't wait! Pictures coming soon!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Up to Calgary
１日６月２０１０年
In a few too many ways so far, this trip has been an awakening slap in the face, as to say "welcome to reality!" Every step of the way, from planning to packing to executing the chain of transit, the truth of the ambition is that if you don't personally see to it that every step happens as it should, then you should be prepared to accept the consequences, however serious they could be.
Though we're still én route in the sense that we're scheduled to arrive at our destination on time, there have already been some outstanding failures, a few of which have caused some serious stress though their potential to have been disastrous. Recounting just yesterday morning, the situation to depart to Chicago from Grandville at 1:45pm on Memorial Day, destined for a 6:30pm flight and without a single thought of weather and traffic obstructions was utterly childish, and if the post-Gary traffic had been anything short of fluid streamlines of 85mph, we would have been at the mercy of airport standby before we even left America.
But It could so easily have been avoided.
Upon landing in Toronto after a delayed flight, the real excitement began. We had 40 minutes to grab our bags, clear customs, and book it to the other side of the airport for our connecting flight to Calgary. All was well for about 10 minutes before the lightning storm outside arrested the progress of the baggage carousel loaders, and we were left with the decision to gamble on waiting for our baggage, or filing some Canadian paperwork to report our bags unclaimed and to just send them straight to Tokyo/Narita. We chose the paperwork, and left the baggage area with about 15 minutes to go.
.nowreadyGO!
We bolted through the airport to the next checkpoint, and unloaded out pockets in to the metal detector bins.
7 minutes.
Security A: "Shasheesh, is that backpack clear?"
Security B: ".... Uhhh.... I dunno."
Adam: >:(
6 minutes.
Secutiry A: "Shasheesh, turn the conveyour belt back on!"
Secutiry B: "Uh... Oh, ok!"
Adam: *Facepalm*
5 minutes.
I put my camera, ipod, etc. back in my pockets. About 100 yards to go.
4 minutes! The race is on!
We sprint towards gate 142, dash across the moving walkways, hobbling ever slower due to the weight of our awkwardly shaped carry-on backpacks.
3 minutes. Becky drops some stuff, and has to run back!!
1 minute. We make it to the gate, but the boarding passes are nowhere to be found. Unleash the expletives! Thankfully we were found on their computers, and with the help of our passports, the flight attendants printed us new passes. And then slunk off~
But it was seriously a sweaty, panting chunk of stress. Looking back at to the incident at the baggage area, we were unprepared to make a decision about leaving the baggage or waiting for it, but our requirement to act quickly really spoke clearly to me. I'm not an adult until I can make high-pressure decisions with a cool head. And because I flip-flopped too long about what to do, we almost missed our flight. Missing our flight to Calgary would have had very serious, very real repercussions, as would have missing the flight into Toronto.
We got lucky. And we need to be a bit more on top of things should we expect to make it through one of the biggest (and non-english-speaking) airports in the world. I'm fortunate, though. I think this is a much-needed wake-up call.
But in transition, I'm glad I'm not traveling alone.
In a few too many ways so far, this trip has been an awakening slap in the face, as to say "welcome to reality!" Every step of the way, from planning to packing to executing the chain of transit, the truth of the ambition is that if you don't personally see to it that every step happens as it should, then you should be prepared to accept the consequences, however serious they could be.
Though we're still én route in the sense that we're scheduled to arrive at our destination on time, there have already been some outstanding failures, a few of which have caused some serious stress though their potential to have been disastrous. Recounting just yesterday morning, the situation to depart to Chicago from Grandville at 1:45pm on Memorial Day, destined for a 6:30pm flight and without a single thought of weather and traffic obstructions was utterly childish, and if the post-Gary traffic had been anything short of fluid streamlines of 85mph, we would have been at the mercy of airport standby before we even left America.
But It could so easily have been avoided.
Upon landing in Toronto after a delayed flight, the real excitement began. We had 40 minutes to grab our bags, clear customs, and book it to the other side of the airport for our connecting flight to Calgary. All was well for about 10 minutes before the lightning storm outside arrested the progress of the baggage carousel loaders, and we were left with the decision to gamble on waiting for our baggage, or filing some Canadian paperwork to report our bags unclaimed and to just send them straight to Tokyo/Narita. We chose the paperwork, and left the baggage area with about 15 minutes to go.
.nowreadyGO!
We bolted through the airport to the next checkpoint, and unloaded out pockets in to the metal detector bins.
7 minutes.
Security A: "Shasheesh, is that backpack clear?"
Security B: ".... Uhhh.... I dunno."
Adam: >:(
6 minutes.
Secutiry A: "Shasheesh, turn the conveyour belt back on!"
Secutiry B: "Uh... Oh, ok!"
Adam: *Facepalm*
5 minutes.
I put my camera, ipod, etc. back in my pockets. About 100 yards to go.
4 minutes! The race is on!
We sprint towards gate 142, dash across the moving walkways, hobbling ever slower due to the weight of our awkwardly shaped carry-on backpacks.
3 minutes. Becky drops some stuff, and has to run back!!
1 minute. We make it to the gate, but the boarding passes are nowhere to be found. Unleash the expletives! Thankfully we were found on their computers, and with the help of our passports, the flight attendants printed us new passes. And then slunk off~
But it was seriously a sweaty, panting chunk of stress. Looking back at to the incident at the baggage area, we were unprepared to make a decision about leaving the baggage or waiting for it, but our requirement to act quickly really spoke clearly to me. I'm not an adult until I can make high-pressure decisions with a cool head. And because I flip-flopped too long about what to do, we almost missed our flight. Missing our flight to Calgary would have had very serious, very real repercussions, as would have missing the flight into Toronto.
We got lucky. And we need to be a bit more on top of things should we expect to make it through one of the biggest (and non-english-speaking) airports in the world. I'm fortunate, though. I think this is a much-needed wake-up call.
But in transition, I'm glad I'm not traveling alone.
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