Profiscor on the Your-Japan Blog Network

A few days ago I had terrible luck in everything I did. The sheer amount of crap life threw at me that day was just immense that it was hillarious. Here’s some of the stuff that happened;

I woke up 10 minutes before I had to leave for university because my alarm decided not to go off, which means I felt like a mess the whole day at class.

The American bastard boy has taken it upon himself to start his own stare war with me as I walk in the classroom because of the antics the other day, but it was okay because Anime Dude and BHB were staring each other down as they usually do. They are both so beautiful it just makes everything wonderful again…Ok so I exaggerate but it is quite funny that they still haven’t stopped this…”thing” that they do. (See-More Class Antics :P)

In class I realised that in my mad panic in the morning I put my make up bag inside my book bag instead of my pencil case, which unless I wanted to write my notes in eyeliner I would need a pen.

Me: psst Smith!… you got a pen?

Smith: Oh… yeah here you go

Me: Thanks so much I ow-

Crap, evil teacher-san’s class today.

“Advena!…” she called out and caught me in the middle of thanking Smith, making it look like I wasn’t paying attention.

I hesitate for a moment unsure what she wants from me and manage to give a feeble, “Er…Hai!”

“Advena!…You were the person who scored the highest on the speaking exam 2 weeks ago!”

She paused. Her stern face looking at me for far longer than necessary. She then finally said, “I want you to give a presentation to the class right now about where you are from and where you like to go shopping!”

What? Oh dear…Ok well here goes.

Bastard boy decides to share his unwanted opinion and says “A fitting punishment don’t you think?” in a really bad English accent and lets out a snide laugh.

…What the hell does that even mean?

I wondered for a second what the punishment would be from the University for throwing my chair at him. Just because it would scare the hell out of him and be ridiculously random. “Dude the British chick’s fucking crazy!..Run!”

I smiled to myself and went to the front of the class to give a presentation about London and Oxford street…How long it takes me to go get there from where I live etc.

I was in the middle of talking when EvilTeacherSan cuts me off to say. “I WANT EVERYONE TO PRONOUNCE THE WORDS LIKE HER!”

She looked back at me and said, “Now you sit!…I want you to come back here at precisely 3.00pm and do it again for another class”

Woman, you are insane! I have labs at 3 and have to put away the experiment I started. My results depend on it!

I tried to reason with her after class but she was having none of it.

Oh man, my professor is going to KILL ME!

I had some time before lunch break ended and went to my lab to find my tutor and tell her to dismantle everything for me at 3 because I wouldn’t be able to be there. She kindly agreed and told me to come back to labs at 4.

I went to the ground floor of the building where I saw Smith and one of the American boys in my class having lunch.

Smith looks up at me and says. We have to go to Animal Physiology and then rush off to Medical History.

And yep, there it is, bad day just got worse…

After 1 and a half excruciating hours of Animal Phys next to a snoring 1^st year student, we cycled to the medical campus and were again 10 minutes late because it takes 15 minutes to get there and we just don’t have the time to get there when the lesson begins.

We got to the room and just before entering I said to Smith, “Here we go, …Round 2!”

I walked in and paused for a moment. Everyone stared at us and started gossiping intstantaneously. There were no two seats together so Smith and I split up. He sat at the side near an aisle as I searched for a seat near an aisle too, but couldn’t find one without going right past the lecturer, who this time was a different man.

I learned my lesson from last time and didn’t try to talk to him.

As a lady introduced him I found a seat in the middle-ish row of the middle section.

I asked the people there if anyone was sitting there so they could let me get to it, but they all ignored me. I looked around for a second, paused, and then asked them again. This time someone looks up at me so I ask them the same question for a third time. It’s not like I had been saying it in English either. Then finally they got up to let me pass, one guy tutting as I came toward him.

I made sure to look at him right in the eye as he did this, to see if I could fine tune my Gaijin beam (Or GaijinOpticBlast-TM as Azreal likes to say; www.gaijinsmash.net ), and for the first time since I’ve been here, it worked. He looked embarrassed and looked down.

I sat down and looked to the right of me. Yep, everyone staring.

I look to the left, the same.

I look in front, everyone is turned around to get a good look.

I look behind and around and everyone is zoning in on the gaijin. Exhibit A-dvena.

I looked to smith who went fairly unnoticed at the side of the theatre.

Oh well! More fun for me! ,I thought to myself sarcastically.

Once the lecture got started it wasn’t so bad. With the help of my electric dictionary I understood most of what the guy was talking about, improvements in medical procedures, improvements in medical examinations and the spread of disease.

He even made a point of trying to aim the speech in my direction by including India* in as one of the examples

*Because I’m British-Asian so naturally everyone just thinks I’m from India here. I often get “Wow really? YOU’RE FROM ENGLAND? But you look Indian!”

No, I don’t try and explain multiculturism to them, but I do tell them that my grandparents are from India.

Then I get “SO YOU’RE HALF?”, probably because I have fair skin, and then have to explain my family history. It doesn’t really bother me to be honest because they just don’t know. They’re not trying to be rude and if I can educate one more Japanese person about society where nationality and ethnicity aren’t the same thing then I don’t really mind them questioning. (I say this because I’ve seen someone flip out at this kind of question)

Anyway the lecture went by pretty smoothly, apart from the odd student turning round to get a good look at me, and when it had finished the entire row in front turned around to stare at me. I was trapped inside my aisle so I’m going to be cliché and say I felt like an animal in a zoo, trapped and being gawked at.

Freedom! I went to the international students centre, gave my speech to EvilTeacherSan’s class and dashed out. I had some time before lab to go to the post office and get the package I had been waiting for. Yay! English stuff!

I got to the counter and got my package. It smelled funny but in case something had spilled inside I decided not to open it till I got to my room.

I set it down and opened it to find that something had exploded over everything else. Great(!). Also after e-mailing my mum 4 times to confirm the type of face wash I wanted, she had sent me 2 massive bottles of the type I can get here. One of which, was the thing that exploded.

Dammit!

Oh well…Onward to labs!

My bad luck for the day was far from over but This is getting long so I’ll update tomorrow

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