The rain this morning was pretty heavy at times, but I was more concerned with the wind. I walked to school with an umbrella, but when the wind is blowing hard it can twist up your umbrella and turn it into garbage. Luckily, I kept it under control until I got to school.

On Wednesdays I have four classes, all in a row, from the second period to the fifth. I get a short lunchbreak, but it’s pretty much back to back classes. I don’t mind – the day goes by much faster that way.

Each class has a different teacher, and it’s an interesting experiment to see the different styles in action.

My first class was with Matsubara sensei. Her English level is not the highest of the teachers, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm and a great smile. We had a pretty good lesson with some of the better English students. They really try hard to do well, but right now they are a mixed class – they’re not used to sitting next to the people around them, and they are pretty shy. I’m working hard to get them to relax, though. Matsubara sensei is really good at explaining things in Japanese and helping them grasp concepts, and with both of us smiling up there, it’s only so long before they give up and relax.

Second class is with Mr. Hayashi. It’s a third year class, only the second time that we’ve taught it. Mr. Hayashi came to class unprepared, which was unusual. He and I put together some handouts and filled out some answers to prepare, while the students talked amongst themselves and waited. Then we got the class going. Mr. Hayashi was doing OK, but when a couple of students started goofing off with their pencils, he kind of lost it. He went over there and kicked them both hard in the foot, and he wasn’t smiling anymore.

You know when something out of the ordinary happens. The whole classroom gets quiet, some people look away, and I’m left there wondering if I should keep teaching and pretend it didn’t happen or stop. I decided to keep teaching. I’ve never seen Mr. Hayashi snap like that. I’ve seen another teacher slap some students last year, but Mr. Hayashi didn’t seem the type to resort to the physical. I think he’s under a lot of stress right now with his job, and on top of that his dog is in the hospital. I hope he gets a chance to relax in the near future.

After that class it was a pleasure to teach with Maeda sensei. This was my first class with him this year, and the students were really excited to have me help out. Everybody was smiling and saying hello to me as I came in, and they patiently sat through my lesson. At one point I was reading sentences, and everyone was quietly listening, and as I looked over the class, one of the girls gave me a big smile, kind of rolled her eyes a little, and let out a big sigh. I almost lost it. She won’t be happy to hear about my wedding plans.

Maeda sensei’s English isn’t great, but he tries his best and he doesn’t pretend that he’s perfect. He organizes things really well and the flow of the class is always excellent. One of the students on the baseball team fell asleep, and Maeda sensei asked him to come outside after class and apologize to me, in English. That’s a cool way to handle problems.

My last class was with Oshita sensei. Oshita sensei’s English is also not great, but he’s also really shy. He seems afraid to speak in front of the students in English. The problem is, they sense the fear and hesitation, and some of them giggle at his English. That makes him more afraid, and that makes them laugh more. It’s too bad, but as a teacher I can’t do much about it except pretend that his English is 100% understandable and keep things going smoothly.

Oshita sensei’s class has about 30 boys, and only 9 girls. That makes for a loud class. We played a game where students had to do a translation relay, and it got really loud as students were running around. I was really impressed when the students translated things correctly – and they were proud of themselves for doing it.

Finally I was finished, and I had sixth period to relax in the teacher’s room. I did a little bit of studying, and talked a lot with one of the new part time computer teachers. She’s been talking to me the last couple of days, and doing lots of giggling and smiling, so I told her today how excited I was to be getting married later on in the year. You know, just in case. I think she got the hint.

After school I went home, walked through Ito Yokado without buying anything, and cooked up rice, miso soup, and kimchee for dinner. I did go to Ito Yokado later to order some business cards, because it’s never to early to start planting seeds that may grow into job leads in a year or so.

Tomorrow it’s back to a relaxed schedule with only a couple of classes, and Friday is the big welcome party for our school. I’m hoping to run over to Kyoto on Saturday to maybe meet up with Britta Dobson, who is here on business doing an overnight trip out of Tokyo. I’m so lucky to be living where I am – to just head over to Kyoto for a day trip anytime I like, that’s nice.

My days are getting busier and busier, but still not nearly as difficult as last year’s schedule. Today I had only two classes, both with the new first years. These classes are a lot of fun, because I get to make a first impression on a bunch of new students.

The students this year seem even more friendly than last year, which is saying a lot. I’ve got them speaking in class already, and some of the students stuck around to chat with me after class, which is always a big surprise.

I caused a big stir in the staffroom at lunch when I cooked up my leftover Korean rice dish from last night in the microwave. Everyone was sniffing around my desk, asking questions about who made it, why I’m not eating at the cafeteria, etc. I ate a little early, around 11:30, and I noticed that once the smell got around the staffroom, lots of other people broke out their lunches. The power of Korean rice!

Also I had a nice chat with Watanabe sensei. She is in charge of the shogi (Japanese chess) club. She has no idea who is going to show up or how many members it has, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. I told her that my club, ESS, only had seven members, so it’s a fun thing for me to do. Last year at this time we only had two or three members that would participate, so I was happy when we got four new students last year.

Today we had the deadline for students to join clubs. Mr. Hayashi said we had to wait in the ESS room, so he and I sat around waiting for someone to show. Finally we had two new first year students come in and sign up. We also had a third year student join up. She is a little out-of-control behavior-wise. She spent the sign up time joking with Mr. Hayashi in Japanese and slapping him on the rear end when he said something particularly funny. They seemed to be getting along just fine – the only problem is that Mr. Hayashi doesn’t really participate in ESS – it’s usually just me and now the new advisor, Matsubara sensei. I hope she doesn’t expect to be slapping my ass every Thursday.

After another fifteen minutes we gave up on new members, locked up the ESS room, and I went back to my desk. On the way there I stopped by Matsubara sensei’s desk. I told her that we waited for almost thirty minutes, and we only got a few new members. She gave me a strange look and explained to me that the new members were supposed to go to another classroom, where she and some of our existing members had been taking sign ups. Oh, I see. I guess Mr. Hayashi didn’t read that memo. I guess neither did the three students that showed up in the ESS room.

Then the real stunner – there was a lot of interest in ESS. She signed up 13 new members! Now all together we have around 20 members – one of the bigger clubs in the school. Holy crap! The new members aren’t just first years – lots of second year students signed up, too. I was really surprised in the jump in interest – a year ago I was thinking that we might have to abandon the club for lack of interest. Now I’ll be working with a whole squad of kids every Thursday.

Luckily, Matsubara sensei is new to the school and really energetic about working with the club. Maybe together we can put together some fun activities for these guys.

On the way home I chatted with three of the parking guards at Ito Yokado. I was feeling more confident with my Japanese, and the parking guys really like chatting with me – it’s a good break from their routine. One guy had heard that I’m getting married in November, and he told me that his daughter was getting married in October. We exchanged congratulations and I went on to the next parking guy to chat with him. They have funny nicknames for each other, so I’m just figuring them out.

I made some real Kraft macaroni and cheese for dinner (SpongeBob Squarepants shaped – Kuniko bought them for me from an import foods store in Osaka) and not long after, the bookstore over at Ito Yokado called me to let me know that a Japanese textbook I had ordered had arrived. I went over there and took a look at it, and whoah, it’s all in Japanese. I talked with the clerk about it, and he figured it would be an OK level for me, but maybe he just wanted to sell the book. I picked it up, and did a few more other things before heading back.

Tomorrow is a busy day with four classes, and three of them are new lessons for the second year students. Supposed to be raining, too – yuck!

Today I was scheduled for three classes, all of them with Mr. Hayashi. As it turns out, two of them had exams, so I was only on the hook for one class – the last one of the day.

Mr. Hayashi had some bad news over the weekend – his German shepherd came down with some kind of sudden illness, so today it was in surgery at the veterinarian. Mr. Hayashi really loves his dog, so I could tell he was really concerned, even though he was smiling the whole time he told the story. I think Mr. Hayashi would be smiling if he was telling someone their grandmother died, it’s just how he talks, at least in English.

Since I had pretty much the whole day free I could prepare for some lessons later in the week, and also do some socializing with other teachers. I chatted with all of the teachers that we partied with on Saturday, and they all said they had a good time. We’ll get to party again on Friday, so that should be fun.

Watanabe sensei said that she really enjoyed meeting Kuniko, and could see why I was so in love with her. I gave her a long list of reasons why I was in love with her – she’s not just a pretty face.

Later I realized that I was doing all these conversations in Japanese, and it surprised me. I study and I study and it’s sometimes hard to see progress. It’s like owning a houseplant – you see it every day, and it seems the same size, but one day you notice that it seems bigger.

There’s a new journal low point – a houseplant analogy.

I finally had my class in the afternoon, and it was shortened significantly because the new students had to undergo a listening exam. It was really nice to get in front of some students again, and unlike other classes with Mr. Hayashi, I was running the show. That meant that I really focused on getting the students to speak English, and I tried to create a relaxed atmosphere.

The students pick up pretty quickly that this class will be totally different, and they react to that in different ways. Some see it as an invitation to screw off, and others see it as a way to finally break out and speak English. If that ratio is only 50%, I’m happy. The screw-offs I can deal with, and I really enjoy seeing the light dawning on the students when they realize they can understand what I am saying in English.

After class I went to the staffroom to chill out, and one of the janitors came by to empty our trash. Usually we have the students do it, but when they have some kind of assembly or exams, the janitor does it. He seems like a nice old guy. A little strange and really hard to understand, but nice.

We chatted about the good old days when he was in high school and he went on a high school trip to Okinawa. He told me the beer in Okinawa was a little better than the beer here, but I was unclear if he had made that determination during his high school trip or not. He said plenty of other things, but I just shook my head when I didn’t understand. That didn’t seem to stop him, though. I get the impression that he doesn’t have a lot of people that will listen to him as attentively as I did – I was leaning forward hanging on every word trying to figure it out.

I found out today that we have at least two new ESS students, and I got to say hello to them. I’m hoping for some more, but that may be it. The existing members will be happy to have some new members to boss around.

I left school and went to the train station, and while there I bumped into a few of our first year students who I’ve not met yet. They know me, though, and so I exchanged a few waves and hello’s. Before the train came one of the new teachers at my school came up and sat down with me to wait.

This guy is interesting – he looks like a combination of Stephen King and Neil Diamond and he usually wears black – all black. Gothic black. He’s really quiet, but he speaks fairly good English. I enjoy talking with him because he’s really low key and friendly to me. I think he probably had a good relationship with the ALT at his old school, because it didn’t take him long to come talk to me. I’m not sure what his name is yet – I checked the seating chart but I can’t read the Japanese characters. Anyway, we talked about his hobbies, and he said he really enjoys reading. His favorite author – yep, Stephen King.

I stopped in at Ito Yokado for groceries and made a vegetable and chicken rice dish that was easy. I got carried away and made too much, so now I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.

This evening I’ll just relax, listen to Japanese CDs, and do a little light reading. Tomorrow it’s back in front of some new students, and I can’t wait to meet them all.

Kuniko and I woke up around seven in the morning, and we were both ready to get to work studying. I got up and turned on the hot water for shower, and while we were waiting for it to heat up, we ended up falling asleep. I woke up a few minutes later, ran in and turned it off, and the next thing I knew it was eleven in the morning.

We finally got out of bed and we hit the shower. Afterwards we made a quick visit to Ito Yokado, and we bought some roast beef to make a couple of sandwiches. Back home I made up some sandwiches, and then we went out to take a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather. It was gorgeous today, and we walked through the park on the southern coast of the inland sea. The cherry trees are losing their cherry blossoms gradually, and we got to walk under trees with petals drifiting through the air on the wind. It was a really nice moment for me – one that I’ll remember for a long time.

We walked back to my place, and did some studying together. Kuniko is listening to English lessons that she records from NHK radio. I was working on Japanese vocabulary, and we worked during through the afternoon with all the windows and doors open to let the breeze and warm air come through my apartment.

Finally around 5 p.m. Kuniko had to head back to her house, so I said goodbye to her out in front of my apartment, and then I went inside to study some more.

Before I knew it I was hungry again, so I decided to go get sushi over at the restaurant close to my place. The last time I was there the locals bought my dinner, so I have no idea what the prices are like at this place. I had a wallet full of money, so I figured it was a good time to find out.

I went inside and there was already a crowd of people in there. I took the last chair at the bar, and everyone was buzzing with the idea that there was a foreigner in the place. The master of the sushi place always has a funny reaction to me being there – kind of like he’s waiting for the punchline of some joke that someone is playing on him.

I sat and ordered up some sushi and sake. Before that the master laid out some food for me, and so I ate some of the mysterious food with the older guy next to me speaking incomprehensible Japanese in my ear. It was some kind of cooked fish suspended in a gelatinous material, served cold on a platter. The flavor was OK, not too fishy, but definitely not my favorite.

Somebody next to me said that I should talk to another one of the customers, and before I knew we were switching seats and I was introduced to Iku-san, a middle aged woman who works for a computer company in Osaka, takes weekly English lessons at a local school, and spent a few months living in Sacramento, California. At first she said that her English was terrible, but of course by the time we started talking she was extremely fluent, and she did a great job. Unfortunately for me I had no chance to practice my Japanese tonight.

Everybody watched me carefully – “Oh, he can use chopsticks!”, “Oh, foreigners can eat octopus!”, etc. There was a lot of food, and I really ate my fill. Which reminds me…

Sushi restaurants in Japan can be pretty daunting. First, there is rarely a menu – you ask what the master has, and what he recommends. Also, at most places I’ve been to there is no price list. At the end, you just find out how much you owe, and then you pay it. This evening, I ordered a few pieces of sushi, but other sushi appeared at my place without me having ordered it. It was like the master was keeping me in food, and if I ran out, he would have some kind of fish in front of me. It was hard to explain, and I asked Iku-san about it. She said that it was just best to bring lots of money when you go to a sushi bar. It’s hard for a foreigner like me to get used to.

At the end I called for the check, and for the second time in a row I found out that the meal was being paid for by one of the other customers. At first I refused, and then said that they were being too nice, and then finally I relented and gave lots of thanks and promises to pay next time. If I ever see these guys again, I’m going to go broke!

This week should be interesting – it’ll be my first full load of classes. I’ll get to meet the first years in my classroom for the first time, and at the end of the week we’ll have the welcome party for the new teachers in Himeji. It should be a lot of fun.

I spent most of the day cleaning up the house and listening to Japanese CDs – focusing on listening. Even listening to passages where I knew all of the vocabulary I would sometimes have trouble. Getting the pronunciations and accents down is a tough part of learning any language. Japanese has fairly easy pronunciation, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t lots of ways to say the same words.

Late in the afternoon Kuniko came over, and together we took the train to the Arai station, just west of Takasago. From there we walked to a local izakaya, and met a large group of Takasago Minami teachers.

The party was organized by Ohara sensei, a part time PE teacher that is currently unemployed. I said hello to him a couple of times when he was at my school, but he didn’t really show much interest in talking to me then. He was much nicer today. There were lots of other teachers though, and we all had a good time drinking, eating, and talking.

People got up to speed about Kuniko and I, and I drank lots of beer and sho-chu. We talked to some of the new teachers, and the best part in my opinion was when the old teachers warned the new math teacher, Watanabe sensei, about the history teacher. It was really interesting to see a lineup of four previous teachers all tell Watanabe sensei that the history teacher pursued them mercilessly. Watanabe sensei took the advice to heart, and I fear that the history teacher will encounter a little more resistance the next time he tries to make a move.

By the end of the night I was pretty drunk, but still managed to get home safely, thanks to Kuniko. We headed back and crashed right out – it’s hard work drinking and eating so much.

This morning I came in to work enjoying some warmer weather and sunshine. Our students are back into a normal routine, except for the first years, who still are doing orientations. Monday will be their first normal day at school, and my first class with them.

Today I had just one class in the morning with Mr. Hayashi. It is another English proficiency preparation class, and it was full of third year girls that love to joke around with Mr. Hayashi. They sat right up front in front of us, and enjoyed the chance to joke and flirt with him, and Mr. Hayashi also enjoyed the chance. We did manage to do a class, but I can tell over the entire year that this will be one of those classes where I wait patiently at the side of the classroom with most of the other students while Mr. Hayashi chats with just a couple of students.

After class I went in to get a chest X-ray with all the other teachers and students. It’s a mandatory procedure in the public school system, and I’m happy to have it done. The vice principal seemed a little worried that I might freak out, but hey, it doesn’t cost me anything and it’s good to know that everything in there is going OK.

At lunchtime I walked over to the local Seiyu mall and there was a new restaurant there – a Danish hot dog place. I don’t know much about Danish hot dogs, but there was a Danish guy working there, and he told me all about his trials and ordeals living in Japan. While he was toasting the hot dog buns he told me the story, bringing his face close to mine when emphasizing a point. He had wet, glassy eyes, and I kept thinking that I wouldn’t likely trust this guy outside of buying a hot dog from him. He showed me a picture of his old restaurant that he had built from scratch somewhere north of here, with authentic Danish architecture. The whole meal was slightly depressing, but I promised to eat a hot dog in front of all the teachers in the staffroom, so let’s hope that helps business a bit.

Once school ended I came home and met Kuniko in the early evening. We ate at the local Korean restaurant chain inside Ito Yokado, and then came back to my place to catch up on each other’s week. It sounds like her new school is keeping her busy, but she’s not working as many hours as her old school, so at least that is a relief.

We’re going to meet up again on Saturday for a drinking party with some Takasago Minami and ex-Takasago Minami teachers, so that should be a good time. I’ll get a chance to hang out with some of the younger teachers – which is a rare thing for me. I’ve been stuck in the older teacher crowd for a while. I’m trying to branch out a little and spend time with some other people… it’s a good way to spread the international vibe, too.

I showed up for work today despite not having any classes – usually I’d have first year classes, but they are all tied up in orientations, so I was free to study at will. I hit the books hard, and have just a slight headache to show for it.

Ms. Miyake made an appearance at our school, and this year she’ll be sitting pretty close to me, so we are going to try to work on her English a bit more this year. Mr. Hayashi is going to be super-busy with his new job, so it might be up to me to help out with her English lessons. No problem, though… I really enjoy working with Ms. Miyake. Today we talked about one of our former students, and also planned the next lesson that we’ll teach together.

In the afternoon they had a presentation to the first year students in an attempt to get them to join various clubs. Mr. Hayashi had said that he had things under control, so Matsubara sensei and I didn’t have to worry about anything. I thought I’d go over to see what he had planned.

When I got there, two ESS students pulled me aside and asked me what they should do – one had a short speech written. I offered to go up there with them, so we sat around and waited until it was our club’s turn. Another ESS student came by and asked us what we were doing, and it turned out that Mr. Hayashi had given her a speech to read. I looked it over and it was pretty lean. We combined it with our speech, and all four of us went up and made an improptu presentation.

After school we had our first ESS meeting of the new year, but we had only two students show up. Matsubara sensei came to see what the club was like, and I was a little embarrassed to say that there were only two people. Anyway, they introduced themselves to Matsubara sensei and we chatted in a combination of English and Japanese. We’ve got some upcoming projects to work on – the culture festival is coming up, after all. Hopefully we’ll have a bigger turnout next time. Also, no sign of any new students that want to sign up. That’s bad news.

After ESS I went over to Tsuji-san’s place to have some conversations in Japanese. I talked for an hour in Japanese to varying degrees of success. Speaking Japanese is by far my weakest point – I can read fairly well, and I can do translations pretty well too, as long as it’s Japanese to English. Speaking and listening can use the most help. I’m hoping to focus a little more on these two things in the upcoming months.

Finally I got home around seven, and made a little ramen for dinner with some leftover beef from taco night – it turned out pretty good, better than I expected. I was still hoping to work on my Japanese, so I went down to the yakitori for some hot sake and some conversation. I bumped into a couple of regulars there and talked about all kinds of things with them. They are a lot less strict than Tsuji-san, but they let me know when I screw up, so it served its purpose.

Tomorrow is Friday and then it’ll be the weekend. Next week should be a lot more exciting, since I’ll get to meet the first year students for the first time!

I had my first two classes since vacation ended today, and they both went pretty well. The first was with the new English teacher, Matsubara sensei. She was understandably pretty nervous about teaching in front of some new students, and using English the whole time. She did a good job, though, and I think the lesson turned out great. The students in the class were taking it as an elective, so they were really into English. There were four boys, and the other 25 members were girls. I don’t know what that means, but it was like an all-star class of my favorite students from last year. I really enjoyed the group, and after they get used to me and the new teacher, we’ll have some fun in there.

My next class was with Mr. Hayashi teaching the third year English Proficiency preparation class. Mr. Hayashi had some ideas on how to teach the class, and so we tried some of them out, and they went pretty well. I think the class will get bored with it quickly, though, so hopefully we can spice things up later.

Tonight I turned on the TV and watched part of the Hanshin Tigers game. It’s the first time I’ve really sat down and watched TV since Kuniko moved her TV over here. It was fun to crack open a beer and watch baseball on TV.

Tomorrow should be another easy day – no classes for me. Hopefully we can get the ESS gang together and introduce the new teacher. I’ll go over and have a lesson with Tsuji-san, and then I’ll be getting ready for the weekend. Can’t wait!

Once again I went to school with no classes to teach. This week the first year students are doing orientations and trips, and my second and third year classes don’t kick in until midweek.

I took advantage of the quiet to hit the books hard, and after 8 solid hours of studying my brain was a little fried. That’s the perfect time to go home and do taxes!

First things first – I re-heated some taco leftovers from the other night and enjoyed the sound of the light rain outside hitting the bike shelter roof. I did a load of laundry, had a big glass of iced tea, and then I was mentally prepared to jump in.

I’ve been using Turbotax on the web for the last five years or so, and it has been reasonably easy to use, except for last year, because I moved to Japan right in the middle of the tax year. This year it was much more simple, and I was able to wade through it in about an hour.

There were some hitches of course, and I had to iron out some things on the fly. A couple of questions that the program asked me were pretty rough – “If you don’t want to claim a negative tax credit uncheck the box below” and other financial nonsense that would no doubt save me thousands of dollars in taxes if I had to pay any.

In the end I don’t owe anybody anything, that is, except for Turbotax. They have a free option that you can do, but they won’t import your old information. I figured it was worth the money to have some extra time and sanity this evening.

Have I said how crazy I am about Kuniko? After last night’s walk around Akashi it was really tough to send her home to her parents, and tonight I’m listening to some mellow music, drinking hot cocoa, and wishing she was around to chat with. I thought that I’d be savoring these times before we live together as my last pieces of bachelorhood, but instead I’m looking around my big dark apartment and wishing she was here with me studying, watching TV, or joking around.

Tomorrow I have two classes, and that will be my busiest day of the week. I’m looking forward to getting in front of some students and chatting with them again.

Today was a special day for us since all the teachers that had been transferred to other schools came back today to make some short speeches to us and much longer ones to the students they are leaving behind. It was also interesting because they all left before I announced our wedding plans at school, so there was another group of shocked people today.

Mr. Hayashi got to them before I could, which I guess really didn’t surprise me. Mr. Komuri was really happy for me – he had a great reaction. Yoshizumi sensei also was really happy, and Terano sensei was absolutely stunned – she couldn’t stop laughing.

My change in status from “single and potentially gay” to “engaged” has made a big difference around the office among younger female teachers. I’ve found that they will stop by and talk to me more, and today the new math teacher brought in some pudding that she made at home for me to eat. I told Kuniko about this and she laughed – now I’m off the market and considered “safe” to hang out with.

While eating pudding with Watanabe sensei I was hanging out in the guidance room. Mr. Hayashi is a guidance teacher this year, and they’ve got him working hard. I’d wager that it’s as hard as he’s ever had to work at our school. He was complaining today that guidance teachers are required to wear ties, because they are in frequent contact with companies that we are trying to convince to hire our graduates. I wish I could say that I feel bad for him, but he’s had it easy for a long time – at least since I’ve been here. I know that other teachers resent his early hours and very non-Japanese attitude about work. I think probably somebody has noticed and taken action.

I left at five o’clock today and met Kuniko in Akashi on her way home from work. We got a couple of hot coffees at Starbucks and walked through Akashi park to enjoy the cherry blossoms. This year it’s a short season for the cherry blossoms, and they’ll likely be gone by next weekend. Last year we did the same walk and again it was really nice.

We walked through the park, every so often passing blue tarps covered with people drinking heavily. It was fairly windy and a little cold, though – we kept moving and ended up walking through town looking for a good ramen restaurant. We found one near the train station and had some delicious ramen, and some gyoza on the side.

After that we went to the bookstore to browse around, and Kuniko bought “The DaVinci Code” in English to read. Finally we said our goodbyes at the Akashi gate, and we went back our separate ways. Now I’m home typing up this journal and getting ready for an early bedtime. Tomorrow I’m going to work a little on my taxes – being overseas affords me an automatic two month extension, and luckily I don’t have to pay American taxes on money I make here in Japan. Lucky, lucky!

The master had invited Kuniko and I to take part in the annual volleyball and hanami party. They had rented out some time at the local sports center, and so we all went over there to play some volleyball.

It is well-documented that I suck at sports, and the only good thing about playing volleyball is that I’m a little taller than average. I jumped around, batted at a few balls, and managed not to hurt myself. Kuniko was the smart one and didn’t play at all. She spent her time with some of the kids, trying to keep tabs on them and having long interesting conversations in Japanese.

By the time we finished playing at 11 o’clock, I was pretty tired. From there we went over to the yakitori, and had an indoor hanami party. Some of the group had some wicked hay fever problems, so being inside was supposed to help that out.

It was a big group of around 30 people, and because the beers were just starting to pour, it was a quiet group. We ate from a couple of big plates of Chinese food, had a couple of beers, and then Kuniko and I took off a little early. All this partying had taken it’s toll. We went back and spent the afternoon taking a nap, doing some lesson planning, and snacking on some of the foods that everyone had brought over. I’m sure the party is still going on over at the yakitori.

Kuniko headed back to her parent’s house after spending the better part of the last three days with me. I’m guessing that her parents would probably like to see a little more of her, so I’ve got to remember to share.

This evening Kuniko and I hosted a small get-together at my place for Yuri and Antoine. Yuri brought a friend of hers, Madoka, and Antoine brought his girlfriend Miwako. Since the weather has been warming up, I thought it would be great to throw some steaks on the BBQ and just hang out.

Of course, my BBQ is small… tiny, actually. I was able to cook the steaks two at a time, and then I did a package of bratwurst sausages. Kuniko brought some delicious salads on her way back from work, and everything turned out great. We had lots of food – there was leftover guacamole from the night before, chips, salsa, sauteed mushrooms and garlic, fresh spring rolls, and ice cream for dessert, thanks to Antoine and Miwako.

We spent the evening chatting and talking about all kinds of things. Miwako and Antoine are dealing with their cultural and language barriers, which seem to become bigger after the initial excitement of a new relationship. They are doing well, but Kuniko and Miwako exchanged email addresses, and I hope that maybe Kuniko can lend some good advice on having a relationship with a foreigner. We’re very different from just about everyone else here, so it does take some getting used to.

I opened up a bottle of wine from our recent trip – a bottle of Kunde that went well with the steak and sausage. The cameras came out and everyone was taking pictures. I’m hoping that I can convince some people to send me some.

Finally around 11 the party broke up and people went home. I fear that Antoine and Miwako might have had to take a taxi home from the train station – it was pretty late for the last train to Takarazuka.

Today was the first day back to school for our students, but there were not actually any classes. In fact, I didn’t have much to do but study and pose for a picture at the end of the day. I did get my schedule, and I spent some time trying to figure out what it really meant.

Last year when I got my schedule I had 11 classes listed, but two weeks later they had given me 7 more classes, so I taught 18 classes over the next year. That’s more than some other teachers had, and I’ll admit that it was challenging, but fun.

This year I had 13 classes listed on my schedule, but now I’m smarter and I walked around trying to figure out what else I’m going to be teaching. Mr. Hayashi added two classes to my schedule, not because I’m supposed to teach them, just because he wants somebody to help kill time when he’s in up in front of the students. He has a really laid back style teaching, just chatting with a few students up front and letting everyone else be bored and chat. Then he’ll tell me afterwards that the kids aren’t smart enough to understand what he has to teach anyway. Seems like the wrong approach for me.

Anyway, I told him that I hoped that my time in those classes could be used a little more effectively this year, and how I felt about last year’s standing around while he chatted up students. In a classic Hayashi response, he told me that he knows how frustrating it can be teaching kids that don’t want to learn, and he understands how I could be reluctant. Lost in translation, I guess.

I found out that I’ll be teaching a class with the new teacher, Matsubara sensei. She seemed surprised to find that she’d be teaching with me, and was at a loss for any kind of lesson plan or even curriculum. Our first class is Wednesday next week.

Finally Mr. Oshita and I have a class together, but he told me that he wouldn’t be requiring my services, so I don’t have to come to the class for the next year.

All of this seems pretty late in the game to be finding out, but this happened last year and it seems par for the course for my situation. I really worried about it a lot last year, but I’m taking a more practical approach this time, thinking about lesson ideas and getting a lot of stuff ready, just in case.

The school today had the opening ceremony and also the school entrance ceremony, which is just like the graduation only backwards. The new students come in with their homeroom teachers, sit down, listen to speech after speech, stand up, sit down, lots of bowing, and then file out again as official members of our school.

My highlight was the PTA representative, who gave the students a little grief for being so quiet when acknowledging their names as they were called out. Usually they say just “Hai!”, but he wanted something a little more robust from them. I’m glad that I was able to understand what he said – it was funny to hear the comments and it made me wonder how many other funny things I’ve missed in the past.

After school I went home and started making some guacamole and preparing tacos. I had invited the Kageyama’s to come over for dinner, and I decided to serve up tacos, which strangely has become my signature dish in Japan.

Kuniko arrived first directly from her new job in Kobe. She told me all about her day, and I really enjoyed having her there to help cook up dinner. Soon the doorbell rang, and Kuniko went to greet her parents.

Except, it wasn’t her parents. It was the apartment manager, who wanted to talk with me about paying my community management fees. Kuniko said she looked really surprised to see a Japanese girl opening my door, but she asked for me and we had a nice chat out on the landing. She also gave me some omiyage from her recent trip to Kyushu, so there’s more snacks to eat around here.

Finally Kuniko’s folks showed up with Kuniko’s washer and refrigerator, that were taking up lots of space at her parent’s house. We unloaded them and took them up to my spare room, and sooner or later I’ll rotate out my old things and put in her new things.

Dinner went really well. We sat around and I had everyone trying tacos and quesadillas. Kuniko was a big help translating, and I think slowly I’m getting more comfortable being around her folks. The language barrier is tough, but they are really understanding, even though I’m probably making lots of mistakes.

Kuniko’s mom had brought some homegrown shitake mushrooms, some waffle cake, and some beautiful flowers for the apartment. We had some of the waffle cakes for dessert, and then the Kageyama’s left for home. Kuniko and I organized some leftovers and then we walked out to Carrefour on the way to the train station to buy some supplies for the BBQ on Saturday night.

I was exhausted when I got home late that evening, so it’ll be really nice to sleep in on Saturday. Poor Kuniko has to work this Saturday for the entrance ceremony for her school, so she’ll need some relaxation when she comes back tomorrow.

This morning the opportunity was perfect. Mr. Hayashi and I were hanging out alone in my classroom, and we had about 30 minutes to go before a full staff meeting. I chose that time to tell him about my upcoming marriage to Kuniko.

His reaction was surprised, but he didn’t freak out. He asked me a couple of questions and we talked for a little while, but he seemed eager to get out of there and tell as many people as possible.

My next stop was the vice principal. We talked for a few minutes, and he was happy to hear that Mr. Hayashi took the news well. Then we both went into the principal’s office, and told him. He was really excited for me. He said lots of things about an international culture, international relationships, and he was generally bubbling over with happiness. He asked when he could announce it – I was practical and said that word would probably spread soon enough, so we may as well do it today. He was happy to oblige.

We went into the staff meeting, and it was the topic that he started off with. He made the announcement, and everyone was buzzing, talking, mumbling, and generally very surprised. I stood up and said a few words in Japanese to thank everyone, and everyone was still talking a few minutes later. It felt really good to have the secret finally out in the open.

I had lots of visitors to my desk afterwards. Lots of congratulations, bows, handshakes, and even some stories about how lucky I was. The history teacher came by and gave me a light punch on the shoulder – I think he was a little disappointed that he didn’t hear it from me. Everyone else I talked to was really happy.

Mr. Kimura was really surprised. He said that another teacher, one that lives in my apartment complex, told him today that he had seen Kuniko and I walking together, but he kept our secret. Nice guy – I knew that we couldn’t keep it completely off the radar. Mr. Kimura was completely flabbergasted, though.

Although there were a lot of loud voices saying “good for you”, I’m sure there are some quiet ones somewhere in my staffroom that may not be so happy. There are various reasons, some of which I understand and some of which I won’t. This will definitely change the way some people look at me, though. I’ve gone from somebody that was just visiting Japan to somebody that plans on sticking around.

Kuniko and Ms. Miyake were meeting for lunch, and I saw an opportunity to sneak out and eat with them. Kuniko picked me up at Takasago station and we drove over and picked up Miyake sensei. From there we went to a Japanese restaurant that Miyake sensei knew.

The place was traditional Japanese – that it to say, you sat on the tatami floor, left your shoes in the foyer, lots of paper doors and beautiful artwork, etc. These places are always really interesting to me. We had a long, slow lunch, enjoying each others company and trying interesting foods. Because spring has kicked in here in Japan, the foods are inspired by the season, with some of the dishes only available at this time of year. Everything was good, some things were great.

We told Ms. Miyake all about our trip to America, our plans for the wedding, and the teachers’ reactions at school. She has been in on our secret for a while, and she seems really happy for us. She treated us to lunch, but I think it was really expensive. We’ll have to take her out sometime to pay her back.

I went back to school and things were pretty quiet – nobody missed me for the three hours that I was gone. My next stop was Tsuji-san’s place for a language exchange, and we caught up on each other’s trips. She had some great stories to tell, and it was fun to hear how she has been applying pressure to her boyfriend to get a marriage proposal out of him.

Back home I cooked up some shrimp, mushrooms and onions and had that over rice for a light dinner. Lunch was so big that I wasn’t that hungry. I talked a little with Kuniko on the phone, and now I’m heading to bed. Tomorrow is picture day at school, and the Kageyama family is coming over for tacos in the evening. Bring out the habanero sauce and tequila!

If you’ve been following my blog recently you might have noticed that I’ve been going home pretty early every day. It’s a weird feeling to go in just for a few hours, but getting paid for the whole day. Since I took my vacation just before the official spring vacation, I feel a little bit like I’m double dipping.

On one hand I know that I’m going to be working hard soon enough, and that I put in extra hours normally, more than my contract stipulates. I also know that after next year I’ll have to get another job, and I’m sure they won’t be so cavalier about leaving early.

On the other hand I still feel a little guilty going home early – people I know ask me why I’m not at work. Other teachers are still at work – why am I going home?

Today I thought that I’d work a little later. Keep in mind that I don’t really have any pressing work – I’m way ahead of everything and ready for classes. At lunch time I went over to the cafe next door with the history teacher and Watanabe sensei. He continued to hit on her – enough to make me slightly uncomfortable. She’s a grown up, though – she doesn’t need my help.

After lunch I was hanging out in the teacher’s room studying, and the vice-principal came by to say hello. He’s a really cool guy – he knows about Kuniko and my upcoming marriage, and he’s really excited. He’s also got my back when it comes to telling Mr. Hayashi about Kuniko – just in case. He had this funny smile on his face, and he said discreetly, in English, “It is the afternoon, so you can sneak out.” I thanked him and we joked around a bit in English – he was an English teacher and he really enjoys chatting.

I gave it about 20 minutes and then left. On my way out, I was walking down the hallway and I caught the principal of the school taking off early too. He gave me a look that said, “I won’t tell if you don’t…” and we said goodbye and left. My school seems to suffering from a guilt complex, but we still get the work done.

Once I got home I spent some time doing research on just what exactly I’ll be doing once I finish up on the JET program. There’s lots of information on the web, but I really have to sift through it to find good information. Looking through what’s out there you see a lot of garbage, horror stories, rumors, and flat out lies. What’s it really like getting a job in Japan? I know that it won’t be easy, and I’ll be working a lot harder than I am now for the same kind of money. Add in the idea of supporting a family, and it sounds pretty daunting. I’m just trying to figure what I can do right now to put myself in the best position possible.

For dinner I cooked up some leftover beef and made a big thick beef, cheese and onion sandwich with lots of hot sauce. Delicious.

Kuniko said that she may end up at my place tonight. Tomorrow she doesn’t have to work, and tonight is her welcome party at her new school, so she might be pulling in here pretty late. I’m looking forward to seeing her, even if it’s just for an hour or two before bed.