Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Last day of junior high classes

My last day of junior high classes was surprisingly normal. My assistant English teacher is moving to a new school, so he made some farewell remarks. The eighth graders gave us both a bunch of thank you notes. Aside from that, nothing at all happened or was said.

I've been thinking about buying a digital piano. Apparently my new place has neighbors that are quite noise-sensitive, so if I want to play music the only real solution is a digital piano. Though now that I think about it, maybe I could look into an electric violin... but anyway, I discovered that the one I want, which I think is the same one I had in Russia, only costs about $360 (without accessories, which I expect I can easily get from a second-hand shop). I was tempted to go ahead and order it, but I decided to make sure the second-hand shop had what I needed so that I could order it too if necessary. And now I think I'll research electric violins as well. The second-hand shop might even have one of those.

My long evening class was cancelled, but I spent the time reading fanfiction instead of working on something productive.

Japanese

None

Programming

Hackerrank: 10 minutes
I solved a recursion problem in a couple of minutes, then spent the rest of the time beating my head against a binary conversion problem. I don't think I had the right mindset at the time.

Health

None, not even tennis

Spiritual

None

Writing

Blog entry and previous day's entry: 60 minutes
(Most of an) email to Shane: 30 minutes

Career

None

Housework

Cleaning: 10 min

Reading

Every Good Endeavor: 60 min
I realized that (this part of) the book focuses more on how to be a Christian in a work environment and less on actually finding work. It answered a lot of questions that I wouldn't think to ask because I've never really questioned how to do my work in a Christian way. So it was somewhat interesting but not very relevant to me.

Social

None

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