1361: Hajimemashite

A new experience for me tonight as I started an evening class. That's a symbol of being a "grown-up" isn't it? Something like that.

I've actually been looking to do something like this for a while, as I've been missing the experience of learning stuff. And I'm not talking about the interminable tedium of corporate training or the equal horror of teacher training days; I'm instead talking about actually sitting there in a class, learning something that won't necessarily be directly relevant to your life and/or job immediately, but which will provide some sort of knowledge you can whip out on occasion and impress people with.

Those who know me will be unsurprised to hear that it's Japanese I'm learning. My choice of this is partly due to my own interest in Japanese culture, but also for the fact that it might genuinely be useful in the future depending on what directions my career goes in. If I can get good enough at Japanese — this is a big "if", obviously — I'll be able to talk to Japanese developers more easily, or move into localisation (something I'd actually quite like to do) or any manner of other things. The prospects are quite exciting — a hefty period of concerted study away, sure, but still exciting nonetheless.

I impressed myself with how much of the first session's content I already knew having picked it up from various places. Anime and games are not always the best place to pick up Japanese since there's often a lot of dialect and deliberately "wrong" mannerisms used (Squid Girl's use of "de geso" at the end of every sentence springs to mind, as does Compa's overuse of "desu" in Hyperdimension Neptunia) that will probably make you look rather foolish if you were to use them in conversation desu.

This evening, we largely focused on things like introducing yourself, giving some basic details like where you're from, what you do and that sort of thing, and asking questions. A lot of it was stuff I'd already figured out for myself from a combination of my own deductions and occasional Internet searches prompted by an "I wonder if…" thought. I was pleased to discover that a lot of things I'd figured out for myself turned out to be correct, so I can now reasonably confidently introduce myself, say good morning, good day, good evening and good night, and say "excuse me" and "sorry" — both rather important.

I felt a little of my usual social awkwardness when we were required to talk and practice with the other students in the room, but no-one bit my head off, yelled at me or called me a prick, so I guess it was successful. I'm sure everyone — including me — will loosen up in the coming weeks, too; after all, the very nature of an evening class means that everyone there actually wants to be there to learn something, so it's unlikely anyone there is going to be a cock deliberately.

So a success for now then. I have absolutely no idea how much I'll learn over the course of the next few months, but I'm interested to find out, and the structure of a class will hopefully spur me on to keep practicing and studying in my own time too.

On that note, oyasumi nasai.