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nagisasstunningpersonality · 3 years

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The Japanese School Year (why Karma is one of the youngest)

Why not start 2021 with some knowledge, right?

So, for those who don’t know, the Japanese school year is very different to what (mostly Western centric) a lot of people seem to think it is. And, I mean, it is literally a canon plot point that Korosensei’s death is at the END of the year, so I don’t think it’s too technical to point this out.

What do we see at that time? Or in basically any anime ever?

Cherry blossoms! Yep, the Japanese school year starts and ends in spring. Take April 1st as your typical cut off date, as opposed to August//September. I touched on this in my timeline post, but the term runs up until the middle/end of July (usually around Nagisa’s birthday). At that point, they have a summer break up until September. To repeat, term one is from April to July.

Typically, Japanese schools break up on like Christmas Eve kind of time, since Christmas isn’t really as much of a thing (except the actual Christian ones - which do exist fun fact). It’s not a national holiday or anything. But there’s a long enough break for New Years, which is a whole celebration. Important note that I am pretty sure Kunugigaoka actually breaks up a little earlier than this, though it’s still definitely late December.

As someone who literally studied in Japan, it’s unclear to even me if the period between January - March counts as a separate term or not? Though, I’m far more inclined to say no, and count it as a continuation of term two when schools go back in January. Typically, entrance exams (for high school and university) happen in the winter. Then, finally, they get a short break in March before returning to school, moving up a year, in April.

So yes, for the majority of the show both Karma and Gakushuu are fourteen.

So, to list 3E in age order, oldest to youngest (dates in British order):

Okano (2/04) > Terasaka (10/04) > Hazama (6/05) > Hara (8/05) > Chiba (20/05) > Okajima (9/06) > Kimura (12/06) > Kataoka (15/06) > Hayami (12/07) > Nagisa (20/07) > Yada (1/08) > Yoshida (19/08) > Sugino (23/08) > Nakamura (24/08) > Muramatsu (25/08) > Kurahashi (23/10) > Sugaya (25/10) > Okuda (7/11) > Kayano (9/11 - only counting her real birthday here) > Isogai (13/11) > Maehara (6/12) > Karma (25/12) > Takebayashi (29/1) > Mimura (1/02) > Fuwa (9/02) > Kanzaki (3/03) > Itona (31/03) > Ritsu (1/01 - but she’s literally like a year old or something)

August must be an expensive month.

I hope that this can clear up some stuff, anyway, especially when it comes to plot details like summer/winter breaks. But I went a little more into detail of the AC timeline in this post (I may make a more aesthetically easy to follow version at some point), if anyone wants more analysis of when specific events take place.

TLDR: The Japanese school year starts in April, meaning that’s the age cut off to be in a year group. First term is April - July, second term is September - March.

I’m just going to add a note here: Aguri’s entire existence really fucks up every piece of logic for any sort of reasonable timeline, so I’m just going to sit here and ignore that was a thing for a little while, until I figure it out. But yes, I am aware of it.

#ass class #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu

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failedimitator · 7 years

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I had a dream last night. In it, I got a kitten. A tiny fluffy white thing I brought home in a cage. Then I forgot all about it until I saw it again a few days later still in its cage and barely alive. I freaked out.

It's an anxiety dream, and I've been having a few of those lately. Some are about sex. Some about money. And others about my inability to complete a task. Like most dreams, there's a greater than random chance that they have something to do with stuff going on in my life at the moment.

Well, at this very moment, my friend Ahmad is waiting on me to send him pictures I took at his wedding earlier this month. Vix is waiting on me to send him a cut of a music video I shot of him last year. There's work waiting for me in the office when I get back in tomorrow. And of course there's this -- my annual birthday-year review -- that's at least two weeks late.

So let's get on with it, shall we: All this anxiety business, how does it compare to last year?

This time last year, to the day, Hamza and I were at Digital Mall getting a laptop for my mom. The day before, Liy and I were in Jalan Masjid India getting fabric for my mom. And two days after that, Maysoun and I would be back at Digital Mall to get a phone for my mom.

I would fly back home for the first time in two and a half years at the end of April. My brother and sister would pick me up from the airport and we'd get some suya before doing the 45 minute drive back to Wudil. It would be my first time being at the house in Wudil. My dad's new job.

The one thing that stuck with me while I was back home was everyone's comment about my weight. Specifically, how much of it I'd gained.

I got back to KL in May and started looking for apartments immediately. I called a few agents. One got back to me. We met. He showed me three apartments. I chose one because I liked the couch. I transfered him the money a day later, and two days after that I moved in.

I was in the apartment a week before I had to fly off to Greece for Afest. Matej and I shared a room. Millie and I became friends. I shot a video for Babbel in Mykonos. Matej and I took pictures in Piraeus. In Athens, I had drinks with Aurora, who I'd only met just once before, three prior, on a bus in Berlin.

I flew to Berlin from Athens. Stayed with Dani, Seth, and Alex. I had drinks with Alex Billington, which was kind of surreal before I love his website.

I went to the World Press Photo exhibition with Nine in Amsterdam, and then immediately rushed to the airport to catch my flight back to KL. I had to pay 150 EUR because of some technicality, and I was mad because my friend Matej -- who's white -- had the same issue but didn't have to pay. I wrote several e-mails to KLM about this apparent racial discrimination, but in the end, nothing really happened. Because of course nothing happened.

Back in KL, Kwena came down from Myanmar and stayed with me. We recorded an episode of Before I am Black, my podcast that still isn't, and also just had a really good heart to heart.

Around the same time, Mille helped me shoot a video with Tashny, which is still one of my favourite of the things I've shot. And at the end of May, we celebrated Millie's birthday at Bilique with ice-cream cake, shisha, and pool.

I just realised, going through my journal from last year, that July was when Shafina and I became friends. We met up four times in July, pretty much once every week. One of those times, she was my plus one to Omar's raya open house at Damansara Heights.

Soraya also got married in July. Ling and OJ and I drove up to Kuantan together.

In August, Maysoun and I went to The Garden to see Az Samad perform. And then a few days later, to Playspace to see Homeboy Sandman.

Nine, Liy and Furzann, and I, drove up to Bangi for Shafina's raya open house, and then later in the day, came back to my place to watch Mother of George. In August, I shot two music videos with Vix (one of which is the one he's still waiting on).

I had dinner with Samreen and Mano first week of September. It was one of those things that I was super anxious about before hand, but that ended up being completely wonderful.

SY and Patrick's wedding was in September. I flew to Berlin for that. The party from Malaysia, myself included, had dinner with the couple the day after the wedding. The day after that, Dan and I went to silent gig with Beula and Clement.

The day after I got back from Berlin was Ling's wedding. OJ invited a few of her close friends for a surprise dinner at a restaurant in Damansara Kim. I mention Damansara Kim here because I thought it was one of those made up places like Bangsar South. Turns out, no. Damansara Kim is legit, who knew?

Faiq, Amanda, and I drove up to Janda Baik at the end of September for Ling and OJ's wedding. The speeches from the Best Man and Maid of Honour were both very funny and heartwarming. The decor at the location was great. Food was on point. And the people just wonderful. It was the most at-home I've ever felt at a wedding.

I shot Zack in October. My first photo shoot since I turned 27. Millie was there to help. And so was Shan. I don't know how Zack feels about the photos, but I thought the shoot went really well.

In November, I started tracking my moods. Specifically, I started tracking sleep and how long I ran on the treadmill, and how those things correlate with my levels of anxiety, happiness, paranoia, and contentment.

For those keeping score at home, in November, I slept for an average of 6.77 hours a night. Even though that's way below my target of 8 hours every night, I'm still surprised at how I actually got. I ran for 7.38 minutes every morning, which is way way less than my target of 20.

I logged anxiety 13 times in November. Pure, unadulterated happiness 7 times. Paranoia twice. And I was contented every single day of the month expect for one: November 11.

On the 26th of November, Syakirin and I drove up to Penang for Georgetown Literary Festival. There, I hung out with Maysoun and Dhiyana and also met Manal.

In November, I also started measuring my weight, body fat percentage, muscle mass, and body age.

I have this vague memory of feeling too depressed to log anything in my journal for the first two weeks of December, but I guess not strong enough to remember what it is I was going through at the time.

I remember that at some point in December, I think sometime around Christmas, Shan and I went to The Berlin KL and that night was a lot of fun.

For New Year's Eve, Maysoun took me to a BBQ at her friend's place, at at midnight, we went to a cemetery to watch the fireworks over KL.

January started with a day time party at TTDI which I went to with Maysoun. Millie, Andrew and Zara, and I went to see Arrival. All hail Bradford Young. I also went climbing at Camp5 with Berlina and Daryl -- my first in over 4 months -- and it made me fall back in love with climbing.

My friends Deo and Clara got married in January in Jakarta, but I couldn't go because of visa issues.

February was Mahen's exhibition at the Islamic Arts Museum. Or more accurately, an exhibition of the photography of Sultan Isma'il of which a documentary Mahen made about the man was a part of. It was my first time at the Islamic Arts Museum and it made me want to go back again at some point.

I watched Tokyo Story in February because Kogonada told me to last year and I want to e-mail him but I didn't want to until I'd seen the film. I liked it, but I still haven't e-mailed him.

I took part in the Lifebook workshop, and finished reading the James Baldwin book Kavya sent me -- Notes of a Native Son -- in February. The workshop gave me a lot to think about, and the book pretty much changed how I look at myself.

Kristen joined the company in February, and at least three people on separate occasions came up to me and asked if I'd met her. In my head, I was like -- Yes, I'm black, and she's black, and we've met. With my mouth, I just said yes.

I had a screening of Moonlight at my place in February. Or, more accurately, Shafina had a screening of Moonlight at my place in February. It's not Medicine for Melancholy, but I like it quite a bit. The last third, especially.

At the very tail end of the month, Syar read my tarot. At some point, she asked if there's a point in my life I'd like to go back to. If I'm nostalgic for some better time in the past. And I realised, I think for the first time, that there's nowhere else I’d rather be.

Shafina wrote Ghosted, a short film, which we shot in March at Sid's.

Alex and Florian came down from Berlin and stayed with me for a few days. Just before leaving for home, I had lunch with Velina and it left me with a lot of questions about relationships. More specifically, one question: Why do I want to be in a relationship?

I flew to Kano on the 28th on Saudia.

By this time, since I started measuring in November, I'd lost about 4 kilo grammes of weight, lost 4.6% body fat, and gained about 3% muscle mass.

On March 31st, my dad and I drove up to Abuja for Ahmad's wedding. He drove back that same day, and I stayed with Mubarak. April 1st was Ahmad's birthday, and also his wedding reception, which is where I took the pictures that he's still waiting on.

I came back to KL four days before my birthday, and three days before my birthday, I went to the Spanish embassy to apply for a schengen visa. I met up with Jillian to discuss a music video she wanted me to shoot for her friend's band two days before my birthday. A day before my birthday, I took Alex and Florian to Iham Gallery and Lake Gardens.

On the day I turned 28, I had brunch at a Japanese restaurant with Maysoun and Hamza -- Maysoun got us cake (it was also Hamza's birthday). Afterwards, I went to the office and took pictures of myself, which, I guess at this point, is pretty much a yearly tradition.

The new picture is a visual representation of my transformation at 27. I wouldn't say that I necessarily learned anything new, but there's at least one thing that I've internalised more:

I've learned to stop comparing myself to other people. Just because it works for someone else and not for me doesn't mean it's not fair. And even if it was, why lose sleep over it if I can't change it.

There are still a lot of things I'm unsure of, of course. For one, I'm anxious about my future in this country. And there are questions about romantic relationships that I still cannot answer. I'm still insecure about parts of my body. And my financial life is a fucking disaster.

I got an e-mail from my 18-year old self on my birthday (futureme.org), and I was horrified while reading it. Not only was the language atrocious, but my vision for myself at 28 when I was 18 was completely off. Not only do I not have a wife and kid, but I’m not even in contact with most of the friends I referred to in my e-mail.

Having said that, this -- me here right now -- is the best version of me yet. I've never been smarter than I am right now. I've never been more confident and capable. I've never felt more like an adult. I've never been more content about life.

And at the risk of sounding superficial, I've never liked what I see when I look in the mirror more than I do now.

See also: Caring less about sounding superficial.

I've never been more excited about seeing a version of myself go through something like I am currently excited about seeing this version of me go through 28.

Here we go.

"Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent--which attitude certainly has a great deal to support it. On the other hand, it is only because the world looks on his talent with such frightening indifference that the artist is compelled to make his talent important."

- James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son.

#Birthday #Happy Birthday To Me #me #al #self #b/w #28

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