My final JLPT adventure
…hopefully. I just got home. Today’s JLPT 1 paper was the hardest Japanese paper I have ever taken in my whole life. It felt like an entire level higher than all the level 1 past year papers that I’ve been doing. I guess they were really out to fail people. Oh well.
Like any Singaporean who has taken the test before would tell you, it all begins at Tanah Merah MRT Station…
Bus stop outside the MRT Station.
Here is where you wait for SBS service no.2, the ONLY bus that goes to the Singapore Japanese School which is located in the middle of nowhere.
Queuing up for the bus. Less crowded than previous years because level 1 is in the afternoon. The morning batch is much crazier.
Here it comes!
All aboard the JLPT express! One-way trip to your doom!
Last-minute prayer on the bus.
I left all my notes at home so I had nothing else to do.
The entrance to the Japanese School. You have to show your exam slip to get in, or they’ll set the guard dogs on you. Post-9/11 safety measure.
Queuing up to take a test. How crazy is that?
The mad rush to find out your classroom. Pray that it’s an upper-primary classroom, because the lower-primary kids use fricking tiny chairs and tables.
Got my room number. So long, suckers!
The classrooms.
This is where I took the test. The chairs are almost regular size. :O
And the rest, as they say, is history.
So, how did everyone else do?
