I just made another impulse commitment.
It’s all Minou’s fault. Yesterday, she suddenly announced that she was going to sign up for manga drawing classes. I thought it sounded fun so I decided to sign up, too.
Class starts this Saturday!
This is what my weeks look like now:
I only have one rest day each week. Even so, it just means I get to stay home but I still have to work, study and practise whatever I’ve learnt.
But it’s all fun and games to me so it’s good.
I’ve always wanted to draw well but realised early in my life that I didn’t have a talent for drawing. Since I had so many other interests, I decided to focus on those that I had more talent in.
Now, though, I’m increasingly thinking that being able to draw would be useful. Maybe I will be able to graduate from drawing stick figures so I can illustrate my blogs better.
Perhaps with five years of pratice to compensate for lack of talent.
Our manga teacher is a Japanese manga artist. How exciting ne! We’re told that he doesn’t speak English that well. I will have to brush up on my Japanese double time because Minou says she will be depending on me to be the class translator.
I told her I can only say very specific sentences like, “Where are you going?” and “I like to eat sushi,” which wouldn’t be very useful in manga class.
But she’s still convinced that I will somehow magically be able to communicate with our teacher.
Oh, well. We’ll have to wait and see.