Today was an interesting day – I taught with one of the English teachers for the first time, was tempted by tacos, and tried the Japanese version of moonshine all in one day!
While going to teach one of my classes, an English teacher that I haven’t really talked to much came up to me and told me that I was going to teach a class with him. According to my schedule, I was not teaching with him, but it turned out that he had flipped around the schedule to suit him. He gave me about an hour’s notice, so I ran back and put together some worksheets for the class. The class turned out great, I was very happy with it, despite the short notice.
Miss Kageyama is interviewing on Sunday for a job in Osaka, and so after classes were finished, we did a mock interview, with me asking the questions, and she responded in English. She did a great job, but I think that she had memorized the responses. If they ask questions that are not on her memorization sheet, she’ll be in trouble. She could answer them well, she just doesn’t believe that she could without memorizing. I sprung a few random questions on her, and that got her thinking a little bit. I hope that it goes well. I’ll get to see her one last time before the interview on Friday. She is coming in a little more to get extra lessons from me and Mr. Hayashi.
After school, Mr. Hayashi was driving me to the train station, and then he announced that he knew a place that had tacos! We decided to go check it out, and my stomach started to growl. I was seriously craving tacos. Mr. Hayashi drove up and down a street in Kakogawa, insisting that he knew where it was. Unfortunately, after a half hour of driving, he gave up, so he dropped me off at the train station with my stomach making loud noises. He promised to do some research and find out about the tacos, so maybe tomorrow I’ll get to try some.
On my way home, my stomach was freaking out, so I couldn’t walk by the yakitori place and cook my own dinner. I went inside, and had a great meal of beef, chicken, and pork on skewers. The part-time employee came in and brought his English-Japanese dictionary, so that worked out great. I was finally able to communicate with the staff and talk about some more abstract things. The master invited me to watch their softball game on Saturday, so I’m looking forward to doing that in the morning. We were having such a good time that the master broke out some plum sake that his mother makes at home, and it was excellent. It was a little sweet, but it tasted great after the big dinner that I had.
