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大学院に入ってからというもの、ろくに睡眠も取れない日々が続いている雅子さん。自分でもずいぶん疲れがたまっていると感じていました。そんな折、友人から突然、ニューヨーク行きを誘われて…。
Mini-Vacation
By MASAKO YAMADA
During my first month of grad school it seemed I had boundless energy.
I could function for about three days straight with only one night's
worth of sleep, and I'd still have enough juice left over to go out on
weekends. These days, however, it seems that I need even more sleep than I
needed in junior high school.
Now I often come home from school exhausted, take a "nap" and not
wake up until the following morning. Weekends are even worse: after
going to a party, I might come home and not get up until the following
afternoon. This is not good, since my schoolwork is not getting any easier.
But it seems that I simply can't push myself any harder. I think I've
reached my first slump since entering graduate school.
While I was thinking this way, I e-mailed my friend, Dai, asking him
whether he wanted to go out for lunch. He surprised me by replying, "Let's go
to New York tomorrow." Without thinking much, I said "Yes."
I had already made plans to meet one of my ST readers for lunch that
afternoon, but after lunch I was free for a long weekend. Sure, I had
homework, but at least I could take off without having to miss any
classes. So, I met Dai at the Greyhound station that evening, and we took the
bus to New York.
Dai is a job-hunting senior, so he had a few business errands to
run in New York. However, he kept saying that the real reason he wanted to
go was to have some authentic Chinese dumplings.
Dai grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, but he spent this summer in New
York, and he missed those dumplings. I couldn't believe this, since Boston
has a Chinatown too, but it's true that I've looked for this particular kind
of Shanghai dumpling in all of the stores in Boston, and I haven't been able
to find them.
Actually, though, I think he's been in a slump, too. I remember having
rushed off to New York during my first year at Wellesley "just to see a
play," but the fact of the matter was that I wanted to get away from
Boston and everything that city represented for me. It worked. This
time, too, I was able to completely forget about my student life in Boston
and have fun for a day in Manhattan.
When we arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York, we split
up. Dai went to visit one of his friends, and I went home to my parents'
house. We planned to meet up again the following morning.
Even though I'd come home for Ryuji's concert only a month earlier, my
mother seemed concerned that I was so tired, and she kept on telling me
that I ought not push myself so hard. She gave me some money and told me
that I ought to buy something or get a new haircut or take a vacation. I was
surprised to hear her say this, since most people, including her, seem to
take it for granted that I have limitless energy and willpower.
Anyway, I gratefully took the money.
The next day Dai and I first went
up the Empire State Building. A lot of the buildings around my house were
visible through the metered binoculars on the observation deck, and
indeed, I was able to point out the building where my former school bus stop
was.
Dai still had to see various people that day, but we met again at Battery
Park in the evening, this time for a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. The ferry
costs only 50 cents for a round-trip, and the scenery is beautiful. After
the ferry ride, it was time for dinner, so we met up with a bunch of Dai's
friends from his summer job and finally headed over to Chinatown to have
those famous dumplings. They were delicious, and his friends were really
nice too.
The following morning, we met at the Port Authority again to take the bus
back to Boston. We never really had a chance to talk to each other much
before then, so all those hours on the bus were well-spent, but it was a
little sad that our weekend had to end so soon.
After we got back to Boston, Dai gave me a book of New York poetry that
he thought I'd like, as a reminder of our trip. It was funny since I'd also
bought him the same book of poetry, only in postcard form.
After eating dinner together, we parted at the T-stop. Now it seems
that we've already returned to our respective routines. As usual, we
hardly contact each other now. It's funny how being in a different place
can make everything seem different. But the good thing is, I can always
remember how free and happy I felt during our little vacation to New
York.
During my first month of grad school it seemed I had boundless energy.
I could function for about three days straight with only one night's
worth of sleep, and I'd still have enough juice left over to go out on
weekends. These days, however, it seems that I need even more sleep than I
needed in junior high school.
Now I often come home from school exhausted, take a "nap" and not
wake up until the following morning. Weekends are even worse: after
going to a party, I might come home and not get up until the following
afternoon. This is not good, since my schoolwork is not getting any easier.
But it seems that I simply can't push myself any harder. I think I've
reached my first slump since entering graduate school.
While I was thinking this way, I e-mailed my friend, Dai, asking him
whether he wanted to go out for lunch. He surprised me by replying, "Let's go
to New York tomorrow." Without thinking much, I said "Yes."
I had already made plans to meet one of my ST readers for lunch that
afternoon, but after lunch I was free for a long weekend. Sure, I had
homework, but at least I could take off without having to miss any
classes. So, I met Dai at the Greyhound station that evening, and we took the
bus to New York.
Dai is a job-hunting senior, so he had a few business errands to
run in New York. However, he kept saying that the real reason he wanted to
go was to have some authentic Chinese dumplings.
Dai grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, but he spent this summer in New
York, and he missed those dumplings. I couldn't believe this, since Boston
has a Chinatown too, but it's true that I've looked for this particular kind
of Shanghai dumpling in all of the stores in Boston, and I haven't been able
to find them.
Actually, though, I think he's been in a slump, too. I remember having
rushed off to New York during my first year at Wellesley "just to see a
play," but the fact of the matter was that I wanted to get away from
Boston and everything that city represented for me. It worked. This
time, too, I was able to completely forget about my student life in Boston
and have fun for a day in Manhattan.
When we arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York, we split
up. Dai went to visit one of his friends, and I went home to my parents'
house. We planned to meet up again the following morning.
Even though I'd come home for Ryuji's concert only a month earlier, my
mother seemed concerned that I was so tired, and she kept on telling me
that I ought not push myself so hard. She gave me some money and told me
that I ought to buy something or get a new haircut or take a vacation. I was
surprised to hear her say this, since most people, including her, seem to
take it for granted that I have limitless energy and willpower.
Anyway, I gratefully took the money.
The next day Dai and I first went
up the Empire State Building. A lot of the buildings around my house were
visible through the metered binoculars on the observation deck, and
indeed, I was able to point out the building where my former school bus stop
was.
Dai still had to see various people that day, but we met again at Battery
Park in the evening, this time for a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. The ferry
costs only 50 cents for a round-trip, and the scenery is beautiful. After
the ferry ride, it was time for dinner, so we met up with a bunch of Dai's
friends from his summer job and finally headed over to Chinatown to have
those famous dumplings. They were delicious, and his friends were really
nice too.
The following morning, we met at the Port Authority again to take the bus
back to Boston. We never really had a chance to talk to each other much
before then, so all those hours on the bus were well-spent, but it was a
little sad that our weekend had to end so soon.
After we got back to Boston, Dai gave me a book of New York poetry that
he thought I'd like, as a reminder of our trip. It was funny since I'd also
bought him the same book of poetry, only in postcard form.
After eating dinner together, we parted at the T-stop. Now it seems
that we've already returned to our respective routines. As usual, we
hardly contact each other now. It's funny how being in a different place
can make everything seem different. But the good thing is, I can always
remember how free and happy I felt during our little vacation to New
York.
Shukan ST: Nov. 22, 1996
(C) All rights reserved
- grad school
- 大学院
- boundless energy
- 無限のエネルギー
- function
- 勉強する
- for about three days straight
- ほとんど3日間ぶっ続けで
- with only one night's worth of sleep
- 一日分の睡眠量で
- (would)still have enough juice left over to
〜
- 〜するだけの活力は十分に残っていた
- exhausted
- 疲れ果てて
- take a "nap"
- 居眠りをする
- following morning
- 翌朝
- are even worse
- もっとひどい
- since my schoolwork is not getting any
easier
- 勉強は難しくなる一方だから
- can't push myself any harder
- これ以上がんばれない
- slump
- スランプ。不調。
- e-mailed
- 電子メールを送った
- could take off
- 出かけることができた
- without having to miss any classes
- 授業を欠席せずに
- job-hunting senior
- 就職活動をしている4年生
- business errands
- 仕事の用事
- run
- 行なう
- authentic Chinese dumplings
- 本物の中華饅頭
- missed 〜
- 〜を思い出して食べたがっていた
- particular kind of 〜
- 特別な種類の〜
- Actually
- 実際は
- having rushed off to 〜
- 急いで〜へ行ったこと
- play
- 芝居
- fact of the matter was that 〜
- 実をいうと〜だった
- get away from 〜
- 〜から逃げ出す
- everything that city represented for
me
- その町を象徴するようなものすべて
- It worked.
- 効果はあった
- completely
- 完全に
- have fun
- 楽しんだ
- split up
- 別れた
- meet up
- おちあう
- Even though 〜
- 〜とはいえ
- seemed concerned that 〜
- 〜が心配そうだった
- ought not push myself so
hard
- そんなにがんばりすぎてはいけない
- take it for granted that 〜
- 〜を当然だと思っている
- limitless
- 無限の
- willpower
- 意志力
- gratefully
- ありがたく
- were visible
- 見えた
- metered binoculars
- 有料の双眼鏡
- observation deck
- 展望台
- round-trip
- 往復
- scenery
- 景色
- a bunch of 〜
- 大勢の〜
- headed over to 〜
- 〜に向かった
- were well-spent
- 有意義だった
- poetry
- 詩
- reminder
- 思い出
- in postcard form
- はがきになっている
- parted
- 別れた
- T-stop
- 地下鉄の駅
- respective routines
- それぞれの日常
- hardly 〜
- めったに〜しない