Achy Breaky
Aug. 20th, 2008 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kazariToday was the errand day.
At 1PM I, after getting lost somehow, took my placement test for Japanese. It had three sections: reading, listening, and grammar. They were all a little odd. I correctly answered 61 out of 75 questions... which means back to 3rd year for me. Fourth year is 66 and above. Third year runs 58-65. It wasn't even close. But, it's strange. I didn't think I'd missed quite that many. Then again, most of the reading portions were a little like children's brain teasers in Japanese. And, questions that had options which would have read in English like "trains are (faster/slower) than cars". Well, fuck. I don't know! Two of the four were ungrammatical for sure. The phrasing had me sitting there pondering if the shinkansen and race cars counted. I'm sure it was obvious to smart people. Oh, the listening part was a little special. The pauses between questions weren't even and sometimes the pauses in the speech sounded like the speakers were stuttering while reading or rambling oddly for a test.
Whatever. I'm terrible. Nothing new. All four of us taking the test fell short of the course we're going for. They really don't want people in that program, do they?
From there I hit the ATM, picked up a little something for Lee, and then headed over to the post office to mail it off to her. After that, back to the apartment for my tax forms which I turned in at the financial aid office. Then to the library where my cavewoman brain struggled to figure out the new printing system. Got the two add forms I'll need for the 3rd year classes. Then, biked something like two miles up to HyVee. Then, back. Then, laundry. Then... death. The point of this paragraph: My legs hurt. I've gone at least 5 miles via bike today. And, I'm going to have some amazing bruises. Somehow I'd not realized before, but I use my right knee as a parking brake of sorts when I'm waiting for stop lights.
Oh, hey. The neighbors have fireworks again. Do they never tire?
I'm not sure if it really counts as culture shock or not, but when I was out and about today all the people bigger than me freaked me out a little. I sincerely miss being around people my size height wise.
At 1PM I, after getting lost somehow, took my placement test for Japanese. It had three sections: reading, listening, and grammar. They were all a little odd. I correctly answered 61 out of 75 questions... which means back to 3rd year for me. Fourth year is 66 and above. Third year runs 58-65. It wasn't even close. But, it's strange. I didn't think I'd missed quite that many. Then again, most of the reading portions were a little like children's brain teasers in Japanese. And, questions that had options which would have read in English like "trains are (faster/slower) than cars". Well, fuck. I don't know! Two of the four were ungrammatical for sure. The phrasing had me sitting there pondering if the shinkansen and race cars counted. I'm sure it was obvious to smart people. Oh, the listening part was a little special. The pauses between questions weren't even and sometimes the pauses in the speech sounded like the speakers were stuttering while reading or rambling oddly for a test.
Whatever. I'm terrible. Nothing new. All four of us taking the test fell short of the course we're going for. They really don't want people in that program, do they?
From there I hit the ATM, picked up a little something for Lee, and then headed over to the post office to mail it off to her. After that, back to the apartment for my tax forms which I turned in at the financial aid office. Then to the library where my cavewoman brain struggled to figure out the new printing system. Got the two add forms I'll need for the 3rd year classes. Then, biked something like two miles up to HyVee. Then, back. Then, laundry. Then... death. The point of this paragraph: My legs hurt. I've gone at least 5 miles via bike today. And, I'm going to have some amazing bruises. Somehow I'd not realized before, but I use my right knee as a parking brake of sorts when I'm waiting for stop lights.
Oh, hey. The neighbors have fireworks again. Do they never tire?
I'm not sure if it really counts as culture shock or not, but when I was out and about today all the people bigger than me freaked me out a little. I sincerely miss being around people my size height wise.
