The test is over. Now, when I sit in front of the television nibbling on soybean snacks I don't feel guilty about it.I won't know the results until a card arrives via postal service in February. As for how I feel about my performance, I really won't know until February. Could've gone either way.
The above picture is from a big winter light show in Kobe I visited the weekend of the exam. Yeah, it looks nice, but I had to stand in line for 90 minutes to get there. Such is Japan. Once something is labeled as a nice tourist location it no longer becomes an easy, comfortable visit. The herds of human cattle inhibiting pure enjoyment of the scenery will cause even the most docile of visitors to fantasize about elbowing elderly passers-by in the jaw like a toothless Canadian hockey hooligan desperate for the winning the goal in a match no one outside of Ottawa is going to watch anyway.
No comments:
Post a Comment