And all my bridges burned
Jun. 16th, 2004 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateWell.
I feel a bit more....stable today.
Megan: I would hazard that because I complained about Japanese and my own personal failures...that makes Kevin...different.
Kevin: I still maintain and will ever maintain that there are various things about the language program you failed to experience by having Ito-sensei and being in the highest class. Behold the fact that they did actively have a teacher they intended to fire on to fail to teach yet another year, and fail to teach he did. I learned nothing worthwhile in my first semester, and all I took away was a need to never, ever again hear Maurice speak in Japanese. You also missed the shifting and problems caused by Arai-sensei's illness, and the sheer banality and redundancy of many of Yoshimura-sensei's assignments. Yes, they may have been good teachers, but the language program was nothing to write home about except in miffed terms. And I do remember you saying that if you could make this choice again you might rethink it, darling. ;) Why aren't you visiting yet? We can have this discussion in person again and I can flail all over the place.
Bob: I keep feeling that maybe my incredible diatribe of hate and my bash at linguistics might have upset you or conveyed ill-will. Like I said, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't around to help me when I try to take on projects bigger than myself, but my personal inadequecies and jealousies sometimes get in the way. If I wanted to be better at Japanese I should have tried harder, but even what I can do never seems like it could ever be good enough for you to think I'm good enough or even competent. Something like that. I'm so consitently embarrassed to speak Japanese around you, yet you know I love you with the burning hot intensity of a thousand suns. If I said something wrong, I didn't mean it. I was angry, and you know how I get when Japan makes me angry...
Oh, and to all the AKPers again, especially students of Fuckwad Hubbard Male: My mom suggested contesting his grade choices by e-mail - an e-mail addressed to him, Rolich-sensei, and your advisor at your institution. She said it would be very professional, and in that case he knows that others are watching him, and he'll have to give a professional answer. I think he'll bullshit something, but... it sounded like a good plan to me.
And in other news, eMule is shit and won't download anything, and making brownies with Megan and Cathy is unfortunately going to have to result in me watching "Sex and the City" with two people who have copious amounts of the stuff, perhaps only rivaled by Reid and that girl.
Has anyone talked to Reid? I miss my cheesy tarantula!
Spent too much time today typing arguments at fuckwits on Gaia. All I want is a bikini for my avatar to wear! Is that so much to ask?
I guess so. Bleagh.
I need to e-mail Tomoko.
Peace.
I feel a bit more....stable today.
Megan: I would hazard that because I complained about Japanese and my own personal failures...that makes Kevin...different.
Kevin: I still maintain and will ever maintain that there are various things about the language program you failed to experience by having Ito-sensei and being in the highest class. Behold the fact that they did actively have a teacher they intended to fire on to fail to teach yet another year, and fail to teach he did. I learned nothing worthwhile in my first semester, and all I took away was a need to never, ever again hear Maurice speak in Japanese. You also missed the shifting and problems caused by Arai-sensei's illness, and the sheer banality and redundancy of many of Yoshimura-sensei's assignments. Yes, they may have been good teachers, but the language program was nothing to write home about except in miffed terms. And I do remember you saying that if you could make this choice again you might rethink it, darling. ;) Why aren't you visiting yet? We can have this discussion in person again and I can flail all over the place.
Bob: I keep feeling that maybe my incredible diatribe of hate and my bash at linguistics might have upset you or conveyed ill-will. Like I said, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't around to help me when I try to take on projects bigger than myself, but my personal inadequecies and jealousies sometimes get in the way. If I wanted to be better at Japanese I should have tried harder, but even what I can do never seems like it could ever be good enough for you to think I'm good enough or even competent. Something like that. I'm so consitently embarrassed to speak Japanese around you, yet you know I love you with the burning hot intensity of a thousand suns. If I said something wrong, I didn't mean it. I was angry, and you know how I get when Japan makes me angry...
Oh, and to all the AKPers again, especially students of Fuckwad Hubbard Male: My mom suggested contesting his grade choices by e-mail - an e-mail addressed to him, Rolich-sensei, and your advisor at your institution. She said it would be very professional, and in that case he knows that others are watching him, and he'll have to give a professional answer. I think he'll bullshit something, but... it sounded like a good plan to me.
And in other news, eMule is shit and won't download anything, and making brownies with Megan and Cathy is unfortunately going to have to result in me watching "Sex and the City" with two people who have copious amounts of the stuff, perhaps only rivaled by Reid and that girl.
Has anyone talked to Reid? I miss my cheesy tarantula!
Spent too much time today typing arguments at fuckwits on Gaia. All I want is a bikini for my avatar to wear! Is that so much to ask?
I guess so. Bleagh.
I need to e-mail Tomoko.
Peace.
