Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I had a private session with sensei last night to make up for the week I missed. I did pretty well. We covered two chapters and I understood all the basics, so we spent the remaining minutes just chatting (mostly in Japanese, a little in English). I told her about my lunch at Umezono and she agreed it's a good restaurant and mostly authentic (she claimed one of the waitresses wasn't actually Japanese). For the first time, sensei didn't act like she hated my stinking American guts. Maybe all the miso soup is making me smell Japanese. Or maybe it was the box of dead squirrels I sent her. There's nothing like a loving care package to change a woman's feelings for you. That's a hint, guys. Write it down.
Blasphemed by Grant on Tuesday, March 28, 2006