It was time for the second Japanese class, the last one before the summer break. I was determined not to be late, and not be intimidated by the foreign language and peculiar customs. I had been to one class before and now I knew what to expect. I would be fearless and ready to conquer. Watch out Japanese ladies, I may have lost my fancy man bag, but I’m ready to participate and sing your songs.
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