Last Lesson with Fukunari-sensei (until September)

I have a Japanese balloon in need of some punctuated equilibrium.  A month of twice weekly lessons, new vocabulary, grammar, kanji, a repeated opera's worth of semantic deciphering, and attempts at translating have produced a surplus of gears searching for grooves.  It is time for an American decompression.  I am ready to lazily partake in the meaning of words around me.  To burst a bubble, to fill it again.