At 16 and 17 I was awesome at French and Spanish grammar. I studied Japanese at university and fell in love with kanji. Many thought I was deranged. I once spent 2 hours arranging 1945 kanji cards for a friend to come up and pick a handful up and say "what are these?"
I went berserk.
But at 21 and in the final year of university I was suffering with Japanese grammar. I got 0 on a translation exam. I rallied and thought like a rat in a corner and eventually got high marks overall.
I used a specific set of instructions to understand Japanese grammar and will be referring to them in the next few posts.
Friday, 13 January 2012
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Kanji Gold Completed!
I completed Kanji Gold and I am very happy - nobody in history has ever clicked on all these kanji correctly, I am the first one.
I realise it doesn't have much practical application in understanding Japanese but it is a very personal achievement. It was very stressful, I got angry, I never thought I'd do it before the new year...
Interestingly enough my perspectives on stuff have changed massively as of late - I used to think if I achieved things people would treat me with respect.
This changed massively when I was on a train ride to where I used to be in care - one of the people who used to 'work' there (I write 'work' because I don't think bullying vulnerable children is work) was looking at me like I was dirt. I wanted to stab him to pieces, but he taught me a very valuable lesson - no matter what I achieve certain people will never respect me.
More importantly it doesn't matter if these people don't respect me.
I realise it doesn't have much practical application in understanding Japanese but it is a very personal achievement. It was very stressful, I got angry, I never thought I'd do it before the new year...
Interestingly enough my perspectives on stuff have changed massively as of late - I used to think if I achieved things people would treat me with respect.
This changed massively when I was on a train ride to where I used to be in care - one of the people who used to 'work' there (I write 'work' because I don't think bullying vulnerable children is work) was looking at me like I was dirt. I wanted to stab him to pieces, but he taught me a very valuable lesson - no matter what I achieve certain people will never respect me.
More importantly it doesn't matter if these people don't respect me.
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