I was talking with @InsaneAlphaBeta who asked how I became fluent in Japanese. There are not enough characters for me to do that. So I decided to post this. The beginning of this is going to be really harsh, but i have to share it all.
I hate my father. And I don't mean I hate him as a person but have love for him. I have zero love for him and this might sound harsh, but I would piss on his grave whenever he dies. We will never make up because of the things he did and refuses to acknowledge or apologize for the things he did.
My father hates the Japanese. He believes they are trying to take over our government and force their culture on us. He bad mouths them, makes buck teeth jokes, little dick jokes and some nasty things that I will not tell you.
When I was in community college, I had to decide if I wanted to get an Associates of Arts degree or an Associates of Science. The difference between the two is an Arts degree requires four semesters of language and Science requires certain math classes.
I actually wanted to take the math classes. I mean, I hated it when I was younger. But in college, I became obsessed with math and statistics. I loved it.
But I chose the Arts degree. And I chose Japanese as my language because I thought if my father knew, he would have a anuerism or something. And that is why I picked it. Because at the time, I was a petty and spiteful little fuck.
I then I met Hanoka Sensei. She was my 101 teacher and one of the most loving and inspirational teachers ever. @EvilBlackCat confirm this. l loved her classes and she praised me all the time and I began loving Japanese.
When I transferred to a four year college, Bentely Sensei was a nice guy. I made Japanese my minor. And I took culture classes. We watched Throne of Blood and Ringu in the class. I became fascinated with the culture. I mean, it is a beautiful culture with a rich and lovely history. And I have to admit I live the femmy nature of the Heian Period.
I did something out of spite and hated. But it brought me into a world and a culture and a language that I fell in love with. I learned that the most amazing things can emerge from hatred.
I wanted to do my PhD on Japanese suicide, but at the time I was also studying serial killers because I was planning on joining the FBI and working on serial killers. The combination of the serial killers and suicide was too much for me, so I decided to go with cognitive psychology.
Once I graduated, I did not even consider FBI. I got a job translating Japanese psychology articles into English. I also work and talk to Japanese people who are family victims of suicide. Now, reading these articles ever day reinforced my Japanese.
And there we are. I did something completely out of hate, and a beautiful thing came out of it. I cannot even imagine not knowing about Japanese culture and language. And I cannot wait to go back to Illinois and give Hanoka Sensei a HUGE hug.
I hate my father. And I don't mean I hate him as a person but have love for him. I have zero love for him and this might sound harsh, but I would piss on his grave whenever he dies. We will never make up because of the things he did and refuses to acknowledge or apologize for the things he did.
My father hates the Japanese. He believes they are trying to take over our government and force their culture on us. He bad mouths them, makes buck teeth jokes, little dick jokes and some nasty things that I will not tell you.
When I was in community college, I had to decide if I wanted to get an Associates of Arts degree or an Associates of Science. The difference between the two is an Arts degree requires four semesters of language and Science requires certain math classes.
I actually wanted to take the math classes. I mean, I hated it when I was younger. But in college, I became obsessed with math and statistics. I loved it.
But I chose the Arts degree. And I chose Japanese as my language because I thought if my father knew, he would have a anuerism or something. And that is why I picked it. Because at the time, I was a petty and spiteful little fuck.
I then I met Hanoka Sensei. She was my 101 teacher and one of the most loving and inspirational teachers ever. @EvilBlackCat confirm this. l loved her classes and she praised me all the time and I began loving Japanese.
When I transferred to a four year college, Bentely Sensei was a nice guy. I made Japanese my minor. And I took culture classes. We watched Throne of Blood and Ringu in the class. I became fascinated with the culture. I mean, it is a beautiful culture with a rich and lovely history. And I have to admit I live the femmy nature of the Heian Period.
I did something out of spite and hated. But it brought me into a world and a culture and a language that I fell in love with. I learned that the most amazing things can emerge from hatred.
I wanted to do my PhD on Japanese suicide, but at the time I was also studying serial killers because I was planning on joining the FBI and working on serial killers. The combination of the serial killers and suicide was too much for me, so I decided to go with cognitive psychology.
Once I graduated, I did not even consider FBI. I got a job translating Japanese psychology articles into English. I also work and talk to Japanese people who are family victims of suicide. Now, reading these articles ever day reinforced my Japanese.
And there we are. I did something completely out of hate, and a beautiful thing came out of it. I cannot even imagine not knowing about Japanese culture and language. And I cannot wait to go back to Illinois and give Hanoka Sensei a HUGE hug.
