I worked early today. This morning, during working time, I noticed that recently I very rarely remember the fact that I had graduated from Waseda University. I won't say that the period I spent at Waseda was just a waste of time. There I could have gained various knowledge of English literature (especially, American literature such as the Beatnik poets), and even though I couldn't make any evergreen friendships, the experience works as a great memorial treasure or inner emotional engine. However, the period was now very distant from here.
Now, I try to remember how cozy the campus's atmosphere was for me. Although it was almost 30 years ago, I can still feel (not "remember" certainly) its mood. I often stayed in its huge library and tried to read Terry Eagleton's and Edward Said's books (even though their works were pretty difficult for me!). And Waseda was (I don't know the recent/current Waseda, but at least, during my youthful period) for relatively ordinary students (in other words, not for so-called elites basically), so there were many restaurants and cafés which afforded us very large cups of rice for us as meals.
Oh, Good old days... Probably, though it can sound too snob, my character has been created/built with Waseda essences (into my blood actually), even though in that era I couldn't love that university because I had to spend my days alone. Anyway, Life goes on. Once, TBH, I had gotten simply "ashamed" with the fact that I was living as such a poor person even though I was a Waseda student once (what a shame!), now I can accept this real-size self-figure who must be so tiny, however, MAYBE having a certain possibility (even though it can never be unlimited).
At the workplace, a person went wrong this morning. Even though I worried that person, I would become just a piece of a crowd who wouldn't be able to do anything helpful (and already, there, many other people had gathered), so I kept doing my work. I can't tell whether this choice/decision could be correct... I tried to draw the "boundary" line between me and the others, so I just prayed that my work could have worked successfully (and also, that someone's recovered fully).
After today's work, I went to the weekly English conversation class. Next week will be the final session, so we will have a Christmas party with snacks and a little chatting time.
