- Edgard Varese
Yeah, that works for me. Classes have, indeed, begun. Japanese 330 is brain-expolody fun (in that same way that going to Japan and having to actually talk to native Japanese speakers was). I'm working on flashcards tonight for the quiz next week Monday because that's how on top of things I want to be (and besides, at least it helps when I'm doing that "WTF did she just say" thing in class if I know some of the words, right?)
I got to grade my first set of homework on Tuesday and MAN it's hard to be consistent. And very very very hard to know exactly what to do with non-native english speakers. We have a lot of them. They fuck up grammar constantly. They are trying. I know they're trying. But some of them have trouble stringing together sentences much less making an argument. And that's what the class is all about - have an opinion and support it.
But it was great to be all TA-ish and wander around to the groups on Tuesday. I got to bug people for quotes, I got to suggest how they might firm up their opinions, and best of all I got to get conversations back on track ... all without trying to push my own agenda. The hardest part about going to classes as the TA is that I can't actually raise my hand and add to the discussion. It's painful. It hurts. Oh well.
A friend and I have decided we're going to take over our Classical Japanese class - since we're all given the grammar and the vocab that we have to use to translate, everybody should be speaking up but no one is. So tomorrow he and I are getting together to firm up our translation stuff, and then we're going to rock the socks off of the rest of the class just because. Actually, it's also so the professor doesn't change the format, which we love. I mean, if you've got all the work practically done for you and all you have to do is sort it all out, why not speak up??
What else... I'm not getting enough sleep yet, I'm having to get up in the morning (boo hoo for mornings!) to actually get to campus, I'm getting stuck in traffic both coming and going because my classes are situated far enough apart that I actually hit morning rush hour two days a week and hit evening rush hour for the other four. It's weird being in the car that much again, but at least in the afternoons I have NPR.
OH, and I forgot - there's reading a plenty in the grad readings in Japanese class. EEK! we've already got a book that I'm having to read in translation because there's no way I can read an entire book in Japanese yet. But I plunge forward, knowing at some point my heart rate is going to slow down and that I'll feel somehow prepared for these classes instead of jumping from one to another.
It's freaky. It's fun. It's the beginning of the semester. HEEEEEEEE.