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Right before I headed off to my physics lecture and my first radiology class right after that, I looked into the mirror to see if what I was wearing was alright. I was wearing those kaki shorts with the frively cut thing edges on the bottom and the little piece of cloth attached to the zipper was kind of sticking out noticeably and not looking very professional so I tucked it back behind the front zipper fold. While I was doing that I thought “man that would really suck if my fly was down in the middle of class…” and then I went to physics.

I made sure to sit close to the door so I could leave a little bit early to make it to the radiology class on time. Well when I got in most of the seats next to the door were taken and I moved a couple rows up and sat over the steep edge. Originally I was just going to sit through the whole physics class and wait for it to be over and rush to get to the building on time, but as I started to think about it I realized there was no chance that that was going to happen so I kept thinking should I stay or should I go. Some chick got up in the middle of class with ten minutes to go and left and that’s when I decided I would too. So I get out of class and I have 20 minutes to get to the building. I dilly dally for a short while looking towards college ave. trying to figure out if I would be better waiting for the bus or not and then finally decide to fast-walk it all the way there. Right when I get to the bus stop near and across from Marketplace the bus shows up and I catch a lucky break. I keep looking at my watch and I realize that I would have been late if I wasn’t lucky enough to catch the bus and I’m kinda happy. Anyways I get off the bus and make a bee line to the class and I walk in the door and sit down with about a minute to spare. Right when I sit down I look down to my lap and I see my zipper wide open!!!!!! I couldn’t fucking believe it. I was just thinking about how much it would suck right before I left the house. I thought for weeks before the class what I would wear for it so I could look professional and my best to it and my zipper was down! That’s like, probably the worst thing you could do to make yourself look un-professional.

Anyways I was sort of in the middle of the room and if I made any motions to zip it up everyone to the side of me and behind me could easily see. So at first I put my bookbag on my lap and tried to cover up my lap so no one could see me doing the hand motions in the area, and it was working good and I tried it about two times because I realized I would have to kind of sit up to get it zipped all the way. The class hadn’t started yet, there were some people walking around in front, so I said fuck it I’ll just zip it up real quick and that will be the end of it. I did that and it only went up halfway, like I said I would have to stand up to get it zipped. So after I did that I figured my cover was already blown with the people sitting next to me and I was feeling a bit embarrased. I was just really really hoping he wasn’t going to ask us to stand up and introduce ourselves to everyone, like the whole time in class like I thought we were going to do. But thankfully, he didn’t. He seems really mean though and he looked at all of us like we were idiots and inferior to him, I don’t like him already. Damn that was really scary having to sit through the whole damn class worrying about standing up I couldn’t relax the whole time. I think the graduate TA girl saw my zipper unzipped though, when I was turning in the survey papers I lifted them from my lap which I forgot was covering my opened zipper and I could see like a reaction in her face when I handed them to her.

The dude that gave a background history on radiology that day was from my hometown. We have to write two papers for that class which wasn’t I thought we were going to be doing I thought we were just going to sit around and listen about the different jobs available. Also the teacher guy is crazy about research he made us fill out a survey before the class with 3 pages of questions about conducting research and trying to find out if we though research was good or something like that and if we would do it or something. What an idiot of course I’m gonna put down yeah that’s what he wants to hear but I don’t really care about it since I don’t need to do it to keep the job.

I’m really happy with the way the pages on this blog get indexed really fast, way faster than my other sites, and I was thinking about doing a seperate blog about stocks and financial and business news about what is going on. Even though there are a ton already I’ll still get hits with random search phrases, I checked some of the phrases that people found my site and I was pretty amazed. One was something like “why after eating chinese hungry again hour later” or something like that and the other was “his first huge cok”. I wondered why the heck the last one listed my site because how could I possibly have written something that google thought I was talking about like that and I realized I used the stock symbol “COK” for coca-cola and then it made sense.

Tigre, Charlie, Andrew, Sean, and Julie and I played risk yesterday/last night for a whopping whole 5 and 1/2 something hours. It’s really fun, there was a time in high school when everyone got into playing it but I hadn’t done it since. Tigre was the first one to get out because I convinced the rest of the people playing to kill him off because he was spread out and only had 3 or 4 guys.

With risk, I think alot of people underestimate themselves. Somewhere in the middle of the game Sean had a huge pile-up of his armies in eastern asia and could have plowed right through me or any of us playing if he wanted to. He didn’t attack though. I mean if you got a shit ton of guys like he did, go through people! I think a really good rule to stick to in risk is, is if you have a chance to knock somebody out of the game, do it, and do it now, no matter how little of an army they have. A thing I noticed about when everybody was playing is that they didn’t really care to eliminate somebody from the game, they just saw that they had two or three and said “ah, ok I don’t have to worry about him”…

I started in Europe, and actually after a couple of turns I held Europe and I was getting a +5 per turn which was really really nice. But it sucked the whole time too since I was in the middle of fucking everything and if everyone said “hey let’s all meet in the middle” I would have been done with for sure. Andrew had Africa and he was looking like he could be eliminated so I told Julie to attack Andrew in Africa and wherever she doesn’t kill Andrew I’ll get him and beat him, and that’s what we did. It was pretty fun to beat Andrew haha. I made an alliance with Charlie somewhere in the middle of the game and so I wanted to attack Sean and I was trying to get Julie to attack Sean too because he was really huge and could crush me but she didn’t listen. Anyways, I was getting beat up pretty bad in Europe and I realized that I should no longer worry about holding Europe because I wouldn’t have any guys to do that so I made a run for Australia, taking away Asia and Australia from Sean’s grasp. Luckily it worked and I stopped Sean getting a plus +7 guys or whatever a turn then. He was really pissed and thought that he was gonna be out of the game because of that and just started attacking everybody and hurt me pretty bad but I managed to squeak through. Anyways so it was only me Julie and Charlie left, and Julie was really looking good she was looking to win she had guys everywhere but she was kinda spread out. What ended up happening was that it got late into the game that my alliance with Charlie was breaking and I wasn’t fast enough to break it so he attacked me first. I then made a bee-line again to Australia to gain guys for a continent a couple turns while he attacked Julie but Julie held a guy in Australia so I couldn’t collect for it! Anyways Charlie won, and what I learned from the game is that you gotta know when to break off the alliance.

I can’t wait to play again.

I got a comment on one of my posts earlier asking about if I would change the blog’s name now that I’ve changed majors, and the answer is no. I decided to keep it because I like the absurdity of it. People have names for their blog like “metal windows” or “refrigerator paint” and odd things like that, and because I like the randomness of it I decided “A Japanese and Chinese Major” fit. I mean, I like the name too because it reminds me of the time it meant alot to me, my whole life and career, and now I can look back on it and laugh and say “what the hell was I thinking, fluency in not foreign language, but TWO?”. The idea that I thought I could learn two foreign languages from scratch and in 3 years be good enough in them to get a job speaking it was ridiculous. I mean, no matter if you get your degree in it or not, you HAVE to be good at it. You have to be good enough, that someone will be willing to give you their money for your words. Not only that, but you have to be better than everyone your competing against to have someone actually pay you money for what you do, and there’s no exceptions. If you and a native speaker that was born in Japan and lived in America and is fluent in both english and japanese are applying for the same job, you have to be better speaking than him or you simply don’t get the job. It doesn’t matter if you only learned the language a couple years ago or you have a degree in it, if you’re not the best then you’re not hired. Here’s the thing: almost all foreign people speak english, they learn it growing up even in kindergarten. If you just started Japanese in college, there is no way you can compete for a job against a native foreigner applying for the same job, no way. I don’t care how good you become in those 4 years of college, it can’t beat a lifelong experience that the foreigners get from learning it since kindergarten. Anyways. I’m keeping the name too because I’m pretty much the same person as when I had those majors, I still like and make the same asian food now like I did then, watch the same jhorror movies, still eat the same food with chopsticks because I think it’s fun, I think the only difference is is that I now know how it’s really like, not a fantasy world like thinking like all of Japan is a Disneyworld and magical happy place and that America is a cruel and stupid country and deserves to be beat up. My friends still think this way. That’s the difference now, and the difference with me and my friends. They still think of the fantasyland and I know the reality.

You know when they’re talking about Japan, which they always do (Japanese majors), I get tempted into thinking that Japan really is that fantasyland that I once thought it was, but I have to slap myself out of it and remind myself that that’s not really how it is.

Sometimes I even think about thinking that way again, because it was a happier time just hanging out with my friends all day and talking about a perfect place just waiting for us to visit. It’s kind of like the ignorance is bliss thing, I could forget that I didn’t like Japan and keeping going on like it was before, but no. I won’t.