Profiscor on the Your-Japan Blog Network

So my Japanese class is pretty interesting, we’ve established that, but since Jaws mysteriously disappeared a few of weeks ago it’s been pretty tame.

That was until one morning…

We were in the middle of class and were asked to write some sentences to prove that we could all use the grammar pattern we just learned when a guy that I hadn’t noticed much before turns around to look at someone at the back of the class. I don’t know why I’d never noticed him before his hair and face are as crazy as an anime character. Probably because I’m too tired to care in the mornings.

He had this really ‘I’m so cool, and you’re going down’ look on his face, like it was ‘game-on’ ‘Showdown at high noon’ and he nodded at someone at the back of the class.

I looked round to see who he was looking at.

It was Beautiful Haired Boy, who was giving as good at he got. He was leaning back in his chair, giving Anime Dude the same ‘What the f*** you staring at mofo?’ expression and with a cool nod of the head he signalled just that.

I looked round to the rest of the class and none of them had noticed all this, including the teacher.

I carried on with my work for a few minutes and looked back up to see that Anime Dude and BHB’s gazes were still fixed on each other. It wasn’t clear if they just plain hated each other or if they wanted to have a rough make-out session in the men’s toilets.

I was hoping the latter.

They’re both ridiculously good looking Chinese boys so I won’t lie, it’s quite intriguing as to why they just stare each other down the way they do. Maybe jealous of one another?

“My hair is better than your hair?” …

But even now I can’t figure out what it is that makes them stare at one another, emotionless but verging on cold expressions. Anime dude will pass BHB in the corridor and they will just stare each other down until they pass one another. Even when they pass each other on bikes they have to stare the other down. Sometimes when either one has to present some work they’ve done they will always stare the seated other before they sit down.

I’m almost certain that at least during university hours, neither has uttered but a single word to the other…

In other news, Phil II and his bastard partner in crime are getting worse than ever to the point where even the other American students are like “WTF?”

Phil II plain just got up and left the other day and didn’t tell the teacher where he was going. He put on his headphones and was about to walk out the door when the teacher shouted at him and asked “What the hell are you doing?”

I didn’t quite hear what he said but the teacher did make him say sorry before he waltzed out the door. This left his bastard partner by himself at the front of the class. Who has been more annoying than usual recently because he did badly in an exam so has been staying behind class to tell the teachers that the layout was bad/the questions were hard to understand/ there wasn’t enough time.

It’s really annoying and it just makes him look stupid.

Today he did the same when we were doing listening practice. He just shouts out during the middle of it that, “NO ONE SPEAKS THAT FAST! But you know, whatever, make things harder for us why don’t you.” His voice softened to a mutter.

My friend I should introduce you to my Neuroscience professor in the Biology faculty at this university and you will see that this is nothing, not to mention how the students in my lab speak. It is another level of skill to understand them. A skill that will probably take 10 years or so to achieve…And some blindfolded light saber training.

I had pretty much had enough of his whining, and so had most of the class to be honest, so I raised my voice to say.

“You’d be surprised, the people in my lab talk like this…Maybe even faster”

Most of the people turned round to look at me and nodded their heads in agreement. They looked happy also that someone had put bastard boy in his place, much to my relief that I’m not the only one who thinks he’s a complete prick.

He looked at me, face bright red, a the fact that some girl from England half his size would dare go against his word.

I stared him right in the eye and blushing, he went back to looking at a book, which he was sharing with another student. The teacher looked at me and smiled, silently thanking me for making this retard shut up. No one wants to hear about how things are back home in America, and no one wants to hear you whine ever single day about how hard everything is here. Even the American guy next to me shook his head, embarrassed at his fellow student.

The teacher then noticed how he didn’t have a book which he was meant to get a month ago. It’s a mandatory requirement to pass the course. If you don’t have the money you can borrow the book and photocopy the needed pages for free at the bookshop or the library.

She told him that it’s required for him to bring the questions in some way or form to the class.

You can probably guess what he said next.

“Daijoubu da!” Which means “It’s okay! I’m fine thanks yo!” Again in the plain form, which is really rude when you use it to teachers or people in a senior rank to you.

The teacher said “Sorry, no it’s NOT okay, you must bring the questions to the class”

“I’m fine thanks”

“You don’t understand, you MUST bring the questions to the class or else I will fail you”

“No no really it’s okay, I’m fine” (Still in the plain form.)

The whole class looked around at each other with a “WTF?” expression.

Who does this guy think he is?

Still, it felt really good to put him in his place, even though I heard him mutter “Sorry but NO ONE speaks that fast” again to his friends and staring at me at the end of the class.

I stared back at him for a second as if to say “Go ahead pal, I’m not afraid of what you think of me… shithead”

He got the message and left quietly after that.

On a side note, I know that’s the second time that I’ve just about verbally abused people here but I swear I don’t go doing that all the time!…I promise!

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