Two down, one to go.

Well, the English ones went pretty well. I'm almost certain I was the only one of my age there, but that was to be expected. The first was in a very cold gym with lots of long tables and uncomfortable chairs. Other then that, it was ok. Everyone seemed to love the passage on the emotional complexity of cowboys, as did I.

The next one was in a less cold Japanese classroom. We took it all alone. I'm amazed absolutely no one besides us did it, I mean, it's literature, how hard can it be? As it turns out, not very, but I suppose it's just the "unnecessary" effort that kept them away. Oh well.

I'm starting to like this Shaw guy, though he was a bit of a Socialist. Mind you, it was the better points of Socialism that he seemed to espouse, like equality, so it's not too bad. Pygmalion, needless to say, is a wonderful play. Phonetics and the Greek myth... Who else would've thought of that? Brilliant.