Country life has left me busy as ever. Tuesday night after a good judo practice, I made the extremely classy move of drinking a little too much and then falling asleep on Ki-San’s couch.
Teaching the past couple of days has been the most challenging/rewarding thing of my life as ever. Tuesday, as I was warned, during the warm-up I made a girl student cry. Today, in the first worksheet I created, the Van Gogh picture was fine, but apparently the Dali picture was too complicated. What I get for trying to introduce these kids to modern art. My second worksheet didn’t fare much better, not helped by the fact I failed to include “I am” in all of my sentences, rendering it stupid.
Anyway, here is a brief second Toko entry. Goals are to finish Tokyo recap by Friday, then get to all the reader’s questions by the weekend. Sumimasen. If you haven’t read the Tokyo recap part I, look here.
Tokyo CFA Trip
December 2008 Recap Part II – 12/7/2008
from my father,
“december 7 th a notable day
pearl harbor day…your step grandfather was there
danoff family leaves for japan
charlie danoff takes an epic test in tokyo”
Woke up several times throughout the evening out of fear that I’d sleep in, but finally stood up out of bed around 5:20 A.M.. Took a shower, threw on my suit and my shined shoes then hit the subway.
Around 7:15 got off at Mitaka station, around three stops before my destination with the silly hope of finding the calculator store open. Of course it was not. What self-respecting business opens before 9 on a Sunday?
Accidentally got off one stop ahead of where I wanted to end up, then finally got it right, arriving around 8 A.M.. Boarded a full to the brim bus on the way to the test.
The bus was clearly full of fellow CFA candidates, sneaking in some last second studying before the final judgement awaiting us all. Seeing all these people clearly realizing the painful experience they are about to endure, but at the same time mostly ignorant about what will actually come to pass reminded me of how I felt in Girona in the summer of ’07.]
That is to say, the only thing I can compare watching all the anxious folks Sunday morning to, is the fellow idiots I was standing with on an early summer morning before the running of the bulls. Some of us had gone through it before, but everybody realized there was a very good chance their ass was about to be kicked to another dimension.
Similar to how my unprepared bulls outfit consisted of whale shorts and a wife beater, I lacked the proper calculator for Sunday’s test.
Shortly after arrival at Tokyo Gakugei University, I asked at the help desk if they’d have any sympathy for my difficult calculator situation … in so many words … no.
To be continued …