Immersed

I've given up Final Fantasy XI since it has a sado-masochistic reward system for the amount of required effort. Instead I've been playing World of Warcraft. In addition to actually rewarding a decent amount of effort, it's a lot more dynamic to play.



I become addicted easily to these games. They provide me precious English communication with souls that can actually effectively converse. I study Japanese, of course, but I crave English conversation that elementary students and low-level JHS students cannot provide. Some of the 9th graders can communicate pretty well, but not at with the necessary amount of engagement I crave.

So yes, back to WoW.

Two Years.

Recent events at my school--which I won't discuss here, but I think you can infer from the following--have reminded me of Manney.

It's been two years now, and all I feel I can say is I wish I had known him better. I didn't know him well enough to know what he thought of me, but I always thought highly of him. I've always felt I was a little boring, but I could never apply that word to Manney.

Thinking of you, Manney. Peace.

Humphrey's Hell

If Sartre's hell is other people, I would like to extend it: hell is other people you cannot understand discussing education and budgets you are forced to listen to for hours.

If I'm going to hell, it's going to be an eternity in a Japanese business meeting that I can almost, but not quite, understand.

Raining Flowers

Recent e-mails from family and friends asked about my sudden silence. March has been a busy month. It's the end of the school year and everyone is busy with preparations and leavetakings. In honor of that, here's the 9th grade class: