University Festival ― 2009/11/16
On the way to shopping, I found a university festival was going on at a local university.
I didn’t know what a university festival is, so driven by curiosity, I decided to drop in and have a look.
There were so many food stalls selling snacks and puddings.
It was nearly noon, and I felt peckish. I checked some of the stalls to get some nibbles.
Everything was fried… fried ice-cream, fried potatoes, doughnuts, and so on…Jamie Oliver would get furious (despite the fact that his pasta sauce was reported “too salty”.) to know this. I think it is one of young people’s privileges to have such fat-ridden foods without feeling guilty or having an upset stomach.
It seemed each stall belonged to individual student societies or clubs.
I don’t know why they run food stalls (for fund-raising, perhaps?), but they looked very keen on selling their products. Everyone cried to strollers, and some students were walking around with their product in a box and approached to visitors trying to boost their sales.
In a way, this was a rather unusual and exciting experience for me: many young boys (and girls) keenly spoke to me!
Then, I found a site dedicated to The Big Issue Japan.
I guess every vendor in this city gathered here to do their famous performance; “BI-IGG ISSU-UE!!”.
But compared to the aggressive young students, they appeared much much gentler. (In fact, they sell the magazine in a polite and respectful manner on the street, too. I seem to derail -- I think I will take up The Big Issue Japan later in this blog.).
Furthermore, some stage events were taking place.
I saw mock professional wrestling matches performed by guest student wrestlers from another university. Does this sound linguistically discrepant? I don’t know what you might call a professional-style wrestling match mimicked by students.
The student-wrestlers seemed enjoy every moment while they were in the ring, and the spectators enjoyed watching the matches as well. The students had not only their own ring, but also the MC and referee. 
I liked and was a sort of jealous of their youthfulness to do this completely non-beneficial thing –do they have any advantage in the job market when they write this activity in their CV?-with such seriousness. Very young, indeed.
To sum up, a university festival seemed like the low-rise denim and the whale tale: an enjoy-it-while-you-can type thing…Would you agree?
Anyway, I enjoyed this short visit, honestly. I spoke with a lot (by my standard) of young people, and saw a lot of (again, by my standard), people at once. Only if I was 30 years younger!!
I didn’t know what a university festival is, so driven by curiosity, I decided to drop in and have a look.
There were so many food stalls selling snacks and puddings.
Everything was fried… fried ice-cream, fried potatoes, doughnuts, and so on…Jamie Oliver would get furious (despite the fact that his pasta sauce was reported “too salty”.) to know this. I think it is one of young people’s privileges to have such fat-ridden foods without feeling guilty or having an upset stomach.
It seemed each stall belonged to individual student societies or clubs.
I don’t know why they run food stalls (for fund-raising, perhaps?), but they looked very keen on selling their products. Everyone cried to strollers, and some students were walking around with their product in a box and approached to visitors trying to boost their sales.
Then, I found a site dedicated to The Big Issue Japan.
But compared to the aggressive young students, they appeared much much gentler. (In fact, they sell the magazine in a polite and respectful manner on the street, too. I seem to derail -- I think I will take up The Big Issue Japan later in this blog.).
Furthermore, some stage events were taking place.
I saw mock professional wrestling matches performed by guest student wrestlers from another university. Does this sound linguistically discrepant? I don’t know what you might call a professional-style wrestling match mimicked by students.
To sum up, a university festival seemed like the low-rise denim and the whale tale: an enjoy-it-while-you-can type thing…Would you agree?
Anyway, I enjoyed this short visit, honestly. I spoke with a lot (by my standard) of young people, and saw a lot of (again, by my standard), people at once. Only if I was 30 years younger!!
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