My self-enforced exile from Yokohama has ended. I have finished my 4 weeks of Japanese language study in Okazaki. My lonely solitude of tirelessly studying with no breaks, my near monastic existence has come to an end. I'll share a few photographs chronicling my sacrifices to the Japanese language.
My lonely existence.
This is the main building for students preparing for university study.
This was the building for students working on basic language skills. (Me) I was in this building from 9:00 to 5:00 Monday through Friday.
These are my 3 favorite teachers.
Here are a few pics of fellow students and examples of my lonely existence.
This is actually a good friend of mine from Tokyo who happened to be in Nagoya (a city near Okazaki).
The campus pub. Zig Zag
My going away party at a local izakaya. (Japanese pub/bar)
My going away speech to teachers and students.
Okay, if you made it through all of the pictures, you might be saying, "That doesn't look that lonely to me!" Okay, you got me. I may have exaggerated the monastic lifestyle a little bit. I did discover that although my quest to acquire the Japanese language has been difficult (I seem to be language challenged), my ability to meet and make new friends still seems to be intact.
I have not been in a campus environment for a very long time. I found the experience to be exhilarating, exhausting, demanding, and fun. For learning language skills, the time was way too short, but 4 weeks away from my life in Yokohama and Marcia was about my limit. I would, however, go back again if I had the chance.