Mistaken

Today was passable. Japanese in the morning was not attended by either Ciarán or Felicity. They stayed up with James last night until about four o’clock. Flick also managed to give herself a black eye by moving her face into the path of James’ shoes as he was swinging them. It is not very noticeable: she has to tell everybody about it. We moved onto a new chapter, at least, which is always fun and exciting. It is the practicing the same thing thousands of times that depresses you. Most of us feel that we are going too slowly as well – not because we are so clever that we can pick it up straight away, but more that spending so long on each thing is boring and we all forget it in the end anyway. We might as well cover more things and forget more things, but have a more interesting time.

Lunch was in the canteen as usual and I was back to my usual curry rice. It was tastier than two days ago, though. Came home afterwards and spent a lot of time doing very little. Then back to Linden Hall, where I taught with Flick. We had all the children together, which is becoming the done thing now, and tried to get them to write a short autobiography. Some did well, but others did not try. We had two first years: Kelly, who is half Japanese, half maybe American, but talks absolute gabble (did you know that “a plus d equals c” since “d has one minus”), and Hidemitsu seems really shy/thick, and kept wondering off to look at books every time that I turned my back. He does not seem to understand any English and I had him copying sentences down from the board.

I ate fast after getting home because I thought I might be covering Binks’ class for her again. I cycled off, but nobody was there when I arrived so I guess it must be next week. I was sure that I wrote down which week I was supposed to be teaching, but obviously, I did not. It gave me more time at home. I spent it doing nothing: a little homework and an anime episode. I am not doing anything tonight either: should be fun.