You don't belong here

We had class evaluations today. So they came to my Japanese foundation level one course (introduction to Japanese), saw me answering the questions without looking at the book, or even hesitating to think about it, pulled me aside and were all "...what are you doing?" So starting Monday I get placed in a harder class (thank God for that).

And my other course today was boring. Most likely cause I'm a native English speaker, but I get so irked sitting there listening to these professors speak in such a dull, molasses paced monotone for the less proficient students. I'll bite and let it slide though, it gives me more time to work on badass winged lobster sketches.

Japanese class: Imagine this for an hour and a half.

Got my Inkan today. Which for those who don't know is a stamp...thing. Personal seal. It says my last name on it in Japanese. I should get a new one that says Roshi in hiragana and go around stamping people on the forehead scremaing "BAKAME!". I'm sure that's how they expect Americans to act here.

My neighbor made fun of me today :(. Way to go. I came back with a box of cookies (they're only a dollar! IT's not my fault they're cheap!) and he's all "Oh man, you and your junk food. We need to get you some vegetables." We'll see Captain Kirk. If you cook for me I'll eat anything that doesn't require me paying.

I'm going down to Beppu tomorrow. I've already decided on it. I'm just going to take the bus til it gets into town and stop wherever it stops and figure out how to get home later. I'm sick of not getting down there.

Oh God I'm going to have to walk home, I just know it.