Tonight I had 155 reviews to accomplish. It was dinner time and I was hungry. Also one of the most anticipated episodes of Game of Thrones was coming on very shortly. I was tempted to blow off the reviews for the time being. I said NO! Winter is here… in this house!!! I told my wife that I was going to do my reviews and to keep dinner warm. I set the DVR to record GoT.
I unwaveringly worked my way through the reviews pretending I was hacking and slashing the White Walker kanji one by one, possessing the heart of a lion like Brienne of Tarth plowing through the vocabulary, showing the wisdom and knowledge of Samwell Tarly knowing when to use Onyomi and Kunyomi. Aye, it was a back and forth battle, ferocious, seemingly hopeless at times and all is lost…defeat was chasing right on my heels. But I clawed and kicked my way to the last kanji, a real nasty one. It smirked at me arrogant and evil. It knew I would forget again, fall victim to it and throw me back into the pit of review hell. Just as it closed its cold boney hands around my throat, I remembered the rendaku and the pronunciation afterward, and I plunged the correct answer like a dagger through its evil heart. I had bravely defeated that evil little bastard and sent it to Guru to where it belonged.
Once I finished my review battle, I poured myself a well deserved drink like Tyrian Lannister, devoured my hearty meal like The Hound, started GoT on the DVR, and joined the raging war in The North.
Tomorrow morning I will sit on my throne and think back fondly of the previous night knowing that I had vanquished 155 foes and lived to tell the tale. Aye, it was a good night.
But, I hear the war drums of “42+” lessons beating. I am weary but I must persevere against the never ending reviews. Someday I will rise above it all and claim my rightful place in Wanikani royalty. I will accept the crown of the legendary, majestic and all powerful Level 60. It IS my destiny.
I could read stuff like this all day long
