By Sara Aoyama
Editor’s Note: This is a continuing column devoted to the basics
of understanding Japanese. Questions are welcome. Please see the “Your
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If you spend any time at all in Japan or around Japanese people, you
may be asked to give a jiko shôkai or self-introduction. The jiko
shôkai should be geared to the purpose of the gathering. So I thought
I’d start out this new column with my own jiko shôkai of
how I came to the study of the Japanese language.
I had my first introduction to the Japanese language over twenty-five
years ago in 1975 at the University of Kansas. In 1975 we were still
enrolling in our classes sans computer, by picking up registration cards
and signing up for classes manually at department tables arranged alphabetically
around the huge field house—the only place big enough to house
this event. It was a sweltering August afternoon, and I was walking around
the crowded field house searching for the table to enroll in Hebrew.
I’d flunked French in high school and been told by the teacher
that I had no foreign language aptitude at all. However, the University
of Kansas had a language requirement to fulfill for graduation, so I
was going to have to give foreign language study another try. I put it
off during my first year, and then at the beginning of my sophomore year,
reluctantly considered that maybe I’d be able to handle a Hebrew
class to get this requirement out of the way. All those years of Sunday
School had to count for something!
But try as I might, I could not find the table for the Hebrew Language
Department. (Later I was to find out that the Hebrew language registration
was handled by the Linguistics Department as there was no Hebrew department,
but only Hebrew language classes.) And other languages that I could find
had huge lines in front of them. I really wasn’t up for French
again, either. After three times around the field house I found myself
hot and exhausted and not wanting to wait on any more lines. I just wanted
to get out of there. I looked up and found myself in front of a table
that miraculously had no waiting line at all. The sign said Oriental
Languages and Literature Department. It was 1975--before sushi and karaoke--and
nobody in Kansas was all that interested in the Orient… yet.
That summer I’d met a few Japanese foreign students, who had been
attracted to the University of Kansas due to the low tuition. They were
a nice bunch and in what was one of those careless but pivotal moments
that was destined to change my life, I thought to myself.. what the heck.
Why not enroll in Japanese to fulfill the darned language requirement?
Enrollment would surely be low, and I’d be able to get help from
the teacher more easily than I would in a French or a Spanish class.
The foreign students would probably help me with homework. So with little
thought, other than to get out of the heat and be done with enrollment,
I signed my name and sealed my fate. Truly, I did.
On the first day of Japanese class the professor looked at the 20 or
so students sitting before him and stated with surety that only five
of us would be left in June. This is the kind of remark that I take as
a challenge. The professor was correct. By June there were only five
of us who had made it through Elementary Japanese. And I was one of them,
having fallen in love with the language along the way. The rest is history
and includes a first trip to Japan in August 1976 as a member of the
Study Abroad Program known as the Associated Kyoto Program (AKP). In
1978 I returned to Kyoto after graduating from university, having changed
my major to Japanese Language and Literature along the way. Yes, totally
hooked. Eleven years of life in Japan followed, and a life long bond
My first Japanese teacher (or sensei) was the best teacher I had, though.
He himself wasn’t Japanese, but he had a good understanding of
both the language and the culture. He taught us that the proper answer
to the statement Nihongo wa ojozu desu ne or “You speak Japanese
very well” was always, Iie, heta desu or “No, I speak very
poorly.” This seemed like a good answer to us as we were beginners
in the language, but as we advanced we asked him, “But what if
we become somewhat fluent after some years of study? What should we answer
Sensei told us that at that point we could say, Iie, mada heta desu
or “No, I still speak very poorly.”
Being one to always push the envelope, a couple of years later I asked
him, “Sensei, what if we end up living in Japan for ten years and
we really are very fluent. Then what do we say when we are told that
we speak very well?”
He answered, “Oh, in that case, if it has really been many many
years and you really speak quite well you may say, “sukoshi shika
wakarimasen” or “Oh, but I only understand just a little
bit of the language.”
These answers have come in very useful to me and I still use the last
one in answer to comments on my language ability, though I have worked
as both an interpreter and a translator. To answer anything but this
would prove that I really did not have any understanding of the language—which
is so very connected to the culture—and this answer itself shows
that I at least have a rudimentary knowledge of how to function properly
within the constricts of Japanese society.
So, for myself I will say that it feels overwhelming and audacious to
write a column on the Japanese language and the martial arts. Because
I still only understand just a little of the language and far far less
of the martial arts. But what I’ve learned little by little over
the years is that there are some areas of the language that are fascinating
to Westerners, some that are challenging, some that prove to be sure
slip-ups for all of us, and some that are definite need-to-knows for
Westerners studying the martial arts. And these are the things that I
intend to share with you in this column. I hope that you will find some
small use in what I write.
Yoroshiku Onegai shimasu!
About the Author:
Sara Aoyama is a 1974 graduate of the University of Kansas, where she
majored in Japanese Language and Literature. She spent over twelve years
living in Japan where she dabbled in a number of other arts such as Ikebana
(flower arranging), cooking, and Shamisen. While living in Kyoto, she
was able to see many hidden aspects of Japanese society. Currently she
lives in Brattleboro, Vermont where she trains in Shorin-ryu Karate.
Currently she continues her studies in Kishaba Juku karate under Sensei
George Donahue and is also a student of Tai Chi Chuan. She is a freelance
Japanese-English translator. Most recently, she translated "The
Art of Lying" by Kazuo Sakai, MD., and “Karate Kyohan” by
Kaicho Tadashi Nakamura. Aoyama is a regular contributor to FightingArts.com.