Missed the Bus!

There were two Japanese lessons today. The first one was just a regular lesson, attended by just the boys, all of us, which was quite unusual. It was not too bad, though. Dinner was another special: I had the last gyuudon (beef on top of rice) that they had. I had it with some pieces of fried chicken, as I did not fancy either the miso soup or the lumps of tofu. In the afternoon, we had a big review test of the last five or six lessons. I did not feel that it was too bad, despite not having studied for over four weeks, but then again, I think I just was not caring, so maybe I did not do particularly well. I will find out soon, or not, seeing as they have a tendency to delay returning these tests until everyone has done it, which is never.

I missed the bus coming home as I was writing up some homework (my diary in Japanese) and thought the bus was going ten minutes later than it actually was. Therefore, I went with James, Ciarán, and Felicity to a little café where they had coffees and I had an orange juice. That took about an hour, somehow, after which I came home on the next bus with Rushen and Drummond. The Taiwanese girls started chatting to us, mostly to Drummond, whilst we were waiting for the bus, which was an astonishing 10 minutes late. Everyone here seems to think that I am fluent in Japanese, which I am obviously not. I have no idea why!