I remembered my socks today, and arrived at Fukunari-sensei's door 20 minutes early to sit outside, cool off from the bike ride, and review the lesson for the day. I had already done the next lesson in the book and recopied my essay work, reread my reading practice, and felt ready. I hoped to prove my desire to be her student this week and walked away feeling much better than last week. It isn't completely about learning Japanese, a large part of lesson preparation is respect.
She had graded my essay and I gave her my homework. She praised me many times for all the good studying that I had done. And now I'm left with a new source of motivation for next week. To maintain this trend. I have one year remaining in Japan and would like to be able to read the online children's newspaper with some ease by the end. I expressed this to her today, because today was one of those days where we understood one another and I wanted to say all the things that I needed to say during the magic hour. Of course she gave no direct answer, but to myself I say, maybe, maybe, if I just keep working. There is no mastery, only mastering.
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