I have to write personal reflections on my study for my porfolio. Here goes:
My New Love, Japanese
Carla Thompson
Coming to East Tennessee State University, I had no idea what wonderful adventures God had in store for me. I had already decided to major in Spanish before choosing to attend classes here. On a whim, I elected to take Japanese as well. Spanish had become a little boring after four years of study in high school and several more of self study beforehand. I wanted to taste something new. Not being able to do anything halfheartedly, I chose to minor in Japanese from the start.
This introduced me to many rare and unusual experiences. One of which was a completely new script to learn. I had always been able to decipher most things written with roman characters after staring at it long enough. (Romance languages I could get through their relationships to Latin and Spanish, others through their relationship to English). When I first laid eyes on hiragana, its beauty and intricacy amazed me. I was hooked. Not to mention Kanji, which both challenges and delights me. The logic behind the Japanese writing system seemed to click in my head as well. After taking a class in phonology, it just made sense that the Japanese would have the same symbol for /ka/ and /ga/ with just two tiny marks to note the difference. I was surprised at the organization and elegance of the new language I was learning. This made me excited to continue further than I ever intended.
Another thing which made me continue was the pure challenge behind the language. With four types of writing, varying expressions to denote respect and humility, and differences between male and female, older and younger speech, I feel as though I may never learn enough. I both struggle with and embrace the difficulty. I have always enjoyed pushing myself to do harder things. Japanese definitely offered me a wonderful opportunity.
Although it is a lot of work for her, having Sensei for every class creates a unique relationship between her and the students who choose to go the distance and minor in the language. I must say that she is one of the most interesting and unique teachers I have ever had. She will go out of her way to help a student continue learning. At the same time, she does not allow students to get things the easy way, and she is nice (and often hilarious) when she reminds us, so bluntly, that we have to study in order to learn. We all admire and respect her. Taking the classes over the years with the same group of people causes a strong bond between classmates as well. I consider those with whom I have spent the last four years studying Japanese to be a unique part of my extended family, as a brother or a sister. Of course, I feel this way about a few people from my study abroad experience as well.
In my second year I decided that I absolutely wanted to study abroad. I chose to study in Japan instead of Spain, thinking that I had more to learn in Japanese, and wanting to get as far away from Johnson City, TN as I could. I figured the other side of the world would do just fine. I applied to Nanzan Daigaku in Nagoya, Japan as my first choice and sweated out the next year, hoping to get accepted. Getting the letter in the mail confirming that I was admitted was a golden experience. Sensei, my classmates and my friends at Japanese-Table were all very happy for me.
Nanzan was amazing. Japan was amazing! I will never be able to convey how wonderful the whole experience was. The school was so well maintained and helpful to the students. I had four Japanese language teachers: Mutsukawa Sensei, Onishi Sensei, Yokoi Sensei, and Hasebe Sensei. The first three took turns switching between three groups of my classmates over about a three hour period. One would come in and do grammar, another would switch in for reading, and then the third would come in and do speaking. Hasebi Sensei ran LL, the computer lab class with listening and comprehension exercises. These teachers did all they could to teach us a huge amount of material in five months. (ETSU teaches one book, Genki II, over two years of study. Nanzan covered the whole book in just one semester.)
I also chose to take classes in Japanese arts. I gained a huge appreciation for patience through my calligraphy course. One hour with a brush and self made ink, repeating the same character over and over will do that for you. I also took Hanga, which is the art of woodblock printing. I learned not to put my fingers in front of a knife, and yet again: patiently chipping away the wood will give better results than angrily forcing the image out. My third art class was Sumi-E, or black ink painting. The gentleman who taught us was considered some sort of master, and it was obvious to all of us why. He could take a brush and create anything with it, as if it was an extension of his own body and not a man made tool.
I had a course in Elementary Translation as well. Every day we would sit and label parts of sentences, then translate them. The process was like clockwork. We would have to identify what was within the sentence before hacking at it with a dictionary. I learned a deeper understanding of grammar, which is one of my favorite things to study in any language.
The country itself taught me more than any classroom can. I traveled on bike, by car, in an ambulance, by train, subway, boat and airplane. Everywhere I went taught me a little more. Language is learned mostly through practice, as far as I can tell. When you are actually in need, you are more willing to practice. Whether you are asking a kind stranger for directions or in the emergency room and the doctor wants to know if you have insurance: it all impacts your learning in a direct manner.
Japan had a lot of adventures to offer me. The people were astoundingly respectful and very helpful. I can’t count the number of people who lent me a hand in getting around. One lady let me sleep at her apartment when I missed the last train home. Another man carried my suitcases to the subway when the elevator was broken. On two occasions, perfect strangers drove me where I needed to go, after I had gotten myself completely lost.
The land itself changed with every step I took. Tokyo was a bustling city full of people. Fukuoka was a laid back beach with some awesome ferris wheels. Kyoto was full of history and contemplation. Shimonoseki was a quaint town knit together by the fishing industry. Nagoya, my second hometown, felt like a mix between a big city and a small town, though it mostly looked the part of a big city.
As I said earlier, I feel I may never learn enough. I hope I can get a job teaching English in Japan after I graduate. This job should help me pay for living in Nagoya, as I intend to apply there again. I want to return and immerse myself in the language and culture as much as possible. Hopefully one day I will become fluent in the language, and not just fluent for a “gaijin”.
Current Mood:
hopeful