In one week, I will be going into Portland to take the JLPT. It’s a 4 hour test that will test my knowledge of Japanese vocab, grammar, and listening skills.
And, like the striving idiot that I am, I signed up not for N5 – the level that my Japanese class covered- but N4. I told myself: “I’ll study a bit and take a harder test. No sweat.”
Well, I’m sweating. I took a practice exam today to see how I was doing and I got a 47%, which is actually way better than I thought I would do. Ironically, it’s that little glimmer of hope that’s sparked this worry in me.
I was expecting to bomb the test because I haven’t been studying as much as I should and my immersion is nonexistent. So I figured I would fail and thought, “Oh well. At least I tried.”
But that 47%, man…that 47% is almost 50% which is almost passing. It’s a high enough score that I think, if I study really really hard this week, I have at least a small chance of passing. But on the flip side, if I don’t study hard enough, I’ll fail. The JLPT has been put back into my hands and I hate it. Okay, not really. I guess it’s good news in the end.
Moral of the story is that even though responsibility with harsh consequences is no fun, it’s better than having no control at all.