The 7th generation of (basic) Cha no Yu course students held by Japan Foundation Jakarta finished their lessons and get their certificate today.
And I am one of them!
Yey!
Or should I say... "Oh no!"?
I don't quite know which one I should choose right now. I am quite pleased of course, and proud of myself that I could stick with (and finished the lessons and quite smoothly passed the test and become adequate at) the meticulous, full-of-manners-and-rules Japanese tea ceremony for 4 months. I get the certificate, which means I don't skip more than 3 out of 16 lessons. True, I have waited for the chance to join the lessons since years ago, and I join it out of my own interest (and the alluring deliciousness of Matcha green tea used in every lessons), but what's with the struggle to commute to Japan Foundation in Sudirman on rush hour from either Tangerang or Depok, with air-tight-packed public transportation, and that a ritual so elegant, full of manners, executed softly and politely have never been my strong point, it's an achievement for me!
But on the other hand, I am sad because I will leave (because I can't attend the next-level courses because of my newly founded job) a course I love, a skill I become proud to master, a weekly event that help me unwind and forget the usual routines and places, cute Japanese teachers with their cute ways of doing things, and lastly and perhaps the most important, a community I grow to love.
Friends I found and lessons I learned there may not be much for "the future", no connection or added value whatsoever for the line of job I am doing, but it's precious because it's something founded not out of necessity, but by common interest. Which is rare since we graduate college, especially counting the fact that I am not social people. I might never crossed path with them if not for this lessons, because of the oh so different backgrounds, and I thanks God for letting me meet and know them, even if only for a short period of time. But like some people like to say, "It's the quality, not quantity".
Our legs hurts because of seiza (Japanese formal sitting position), and we lose precious time fighting the traffic of Sudirman, but everyone have worked hard to stay curious and opening new worlds one step at a time, and with that, get the
Minna-san, otsukaresamadeshita!
Sensei, arigatÅ gozaimashita!
Goodbye, until we meet again!
And I am one of them!
Yey!
Or should I say... "Oh no!"?
I don't quite know which one I should choose right now. I am quite pleased of course, and proud of myself that I could stick with (and finished the lessons and quite smoothly passed the test and become adequate at) the meticulous, full-of-manners-and-rules Japanese tea ceremony for 4 months. I get the certificate, which means I don't skip more than 3 out of 16 lessons. True, I have waited for the chance to join the lessons since years ago, and I join it out of my own interest (and the alluring deliciousness of Matcha green tea used in every lessons), but what's with the struggle to commute to Japan Foundation in Sudirman on rush hour from either Tangerang or Depok, with air-tight-packed public transportation, and that a ritual so elegant, full of manners, executed softly and politely have never been my strong point, it's an achievement for me!
But on the other hand, I am sad because I will leave (because I can't attend the next-level courses because of my newly founded job) a course I love, a skill I become proud to master, a weekly event that help me unwind and forget the usual routines and places, cute Japanese teachers with their cute ways of doing things, and lastly and perhaps the most important, a community I grow to love.
Friends I found and lessons I learned there may not be much for "the future", no connection or added value whatsoever for the line of job I am doing, but it's precious because it's something founded not out of necessity, but by common interest. Which is rare since we graduate college, especially counting the fact that I am not social people. I might never crossed path with them if not for this lessons, because of the oh so different backgrounds, and I thanks God for letting me meet and know them, even if only for a short period of time. But like some people like to say, "It's the quality, not quantity".
Our legs hurts because of seiza (Japanese formal sitting position), and we lose precious time fighting the traffic of Sudirman, but everyone have worked hard to stay curious and opening new worlds one step at a time, and with that, get the
Minna-san, otsukaresamadeshita!
Sensei, arigatÅ gozaimashita!
Goodbye, until we meet again!
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