Sempai
Today was the end of my my first year as a PhD student. After our final presentation, Aline and I were coerced to attend our sempai's sayonara party at a Chinese restaurant in the university. I like that particular Chinese restaurant as they serve Chinese food that is not entirely "japanized," meaning that the food was actually tasty. Well, the party wasn't as bad as we imagined it to be, everyone in the room had to make a speech, and true to Japanese fashion, it actually even had a schedule and guest list. It felt like a wedding reception. Hahahaha...
Well, the snow continues to fall, which is ironic since the plum blossoms have already blossomed. It fell in angry clumps that made tapping sounds on my plastic umbrella as I walked home. Strangely, my legs felt warm even though I was wearing a skirt (and stockings, and socks, and boots). I stopped by a path and took a picture as I proceeded home.
How fast time flies... this April, Aline and I will be the sempais.
Well, the snow continues to fall, which is ironic since the plum blossoms have already blossomed. It fell in angry clumps that made tapping sounds on my plastic umbrella as I walked home. Strangely, my legs felt warm even though I was wearing a skirt (and stockings, and socks, and boots). I stopped by a path and took a picture as I proceeded home.
How fast time flies... this April, Aline and I will be the sempais.