Day 42


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Hello everyone, or good evening?

My solo exhibition in Nagoya is approaching the end. I am pleased with the fact that many people visited the cafe and interacted with my work. I can’t thank enough for this opportunity and I would love to find another chance to hold my second solo exhibition at some point!

Ok! Let’s get back to the blog for today...

I would like to write about the lessons I had at the language school in Oxford.

【 The meaning of “learning” 】

I remember that the lessons there were with repetition of “Challenge” and “impatient”.

The style of the lesson was similar to the ones in the U.S high school.

I thought I would be able to keep up with the classes as I’d already experienced how it was, but it wasn't as easy as I was expected.

To be honest, I wasn’t good at English even though I studied abroad in the U.S… and I could see that I was inferior to people around in the class as they were using English as their own words.

I could also see that they were having a deeper relationship with each other than I had with anyone else because I couldn’t talk about academic and technical topics as I didn’t have enough vocabulary.

Whilst, teachers were all British, native speakers.

They speak quickly, and they use slang.

I guess they were trying not to use easy words and to speak slowly to students as my class was a University foundation course. So that we can get used to the lessons in the U.K.

The process and the style of the lesson were similar to the U.S ones, I felt.

As students and teachers were at the same level unlike Japanese schools, and students were required to speak out while lessons.

Besides, the grade was based on the remark in the lesson, exam, essay, and outcome work/sketchbooks/researches (for Art class).

I remember clearly that I felt so frustrated about myself being unable to use my knowledge during the lesson, and how empty I was after all the education I had been through in Japan.

Honestly? Most of the grade was diabolic…

It was horrible and so much shame that I didn’t want to talk about it with my friends.

It was so hard for me to keep up with the lessons.

It was even so hard for me to talk to my friends.

There were too many things I don’t know to deal with In the lessons at the language school, and I was impatient about myself for being incapable. It was all challenge for me but that hard time taught me the meaning of “learning”.

That’s it for today!

In my next blog, I would like to write about the incident that happened in the residence where I was living.

Thank you for reading my blog until the end!

See you next week and have a great weekend (^D^)/~♪