Today we finally had my listening test, and I stuck around for an extra hour or so to grade the papers from my students. For the most part they did pretty well – I was especially proud of how well they did with giving directions in English. If you are ever in Japan and want to find out how to get somewhere, ask a kid in a school uniform. They’ll totally help you out.

I went home and spent the afternoon packing and straightening things up around the house. Outside the weather has become really windy, and the occasional howling and whistling is a little unnerving.

Around 7 p.m. I was in the mood for dinner, but since I’ve already cleaned out my fridge I decided to check out the sushi restaurant five minutes walk from my house. I tried to go there before, but it was closed, but this time it was open.

I went inside, and got the usual reaction from everyone in there – holy shit! A foreigner! People are wondering, “does he know how to speak Japanese?”, “what will he order?”, “can he eat octopus?”, etc. I sat down, by now used to all the attention, and ordered up a mid-priced, mid-sized sushi dinner.

I was sitting next to two gentlemen, who turned out to be a father and son pair. The father was really hard to understand, but the son’s Japanese was much clearer. They really enjoyed chatting with me, and the father kept ordering me bottles of sake to drink. He also kept me in food once I finished my sushi dinner. The master was laughing as he kept making dish after dish, and I kept eating and saying “thank you”, and “you’re too kind”, and “that’s way more than I can eat”. The master’s wife and her friend came out to chat with me, and all in all I created a big stir in a small restaurant.

We exchanged stories and talked for a couple of hours, and I ate my fill and then some. The two guys complemented me on my looks, my Japanese, and one even asked me to visit his daughter(!). When I told them about Kuniko they were both really happy – it somehow showed them that I was serious about being in Japan. Both of them were named Mori-san, and the older Mori-san was the one that was hard to understand. He bought me a giant handmade roll of sushi for tomorrow’s breakfast, and wouldn’t accept no for an answer when he ordered the sake. I must have drank nearly six small bottles of sake. I poured my sake (paid for by him) for him, and he poured his for me.

In the end I tried to pay the bill, but they ended up covering the whole thing. They both said what a treat it was to meet a foreigner, and how nice I was and they hope they can meet up with me again sometime. I left the place with a belly full of sushi and sake.

The thing is, things like this happen to me in Japan all the time. If you go into a mom and pop type place like this sushi restaurant, or Denya (the yakitori restaurant), you are most likely going to meet someone really nice who will take care of you and really enjoys the opportunity to speak with you (in Japanese or English). It’s fascinating for me and it always reinforces what a great experience I’ve had here.

I’m back home with a little bit of a sake buzz, and looking forward to getting some rest. I’m meeting Kuniko in Sannomiya tomorrow at 12:30 p.m., and then we’ll take the bus to the airport and fly to America.

I won’t be updating the site every day when I’m in America, just because I’d rather spend that time with Kuniko exploring and seeing everything we can. I’ll post occasionally, though, and try to get some pictures up of all the people we’ll see.

So that’s it for now. Tomorrow it’s bon voyage, and I’ll post more later on!

Lately at work I’ve seen all the symptoms of the end of the winter term. People are starting to pull each other aside, whisper things to each other, and look around suspiciously. The principal will pull someone away from their desk for a closed door meeting, and everyone looks nervous.

This is the time of year when they are getting ready to announce who is being transferred to another school. It’s the big shakeup time, and the only people whose jobs are safe are me and the janitors.

I even get to hear some of the rumors, and I’m at the bottom of the totem pole. Early favorites for a transfer are Mr. Yamamoto, the third year English teacher. If he goes, then I’ll be teaching with a new teacher next year. That’s not a bad thing, actually. I taught with Mr. Maeda last year, and we got along great – he’s even been inviting me to his place for dinner now and then.

Another name I heard was the history teacher, but I think somebody was pulling my leg. I don’t want to get excited about that, but it would definitely change my daily routine big time if he wasn’t around.

Mr. Komuri’s name also came up. It came up last year, but he’s still here. I’m hoping that he doesn’t get the transfer – he’s a big part of why I like the people I work with.

Anyway, the announcements won’t be until after I get back from my vacation, so I’m glad I’m going to miss all the fun.

Today Mr. Hayashi took pity on me and let me go even earlier. I used the time to go to Akashi and do some last minute shopping for the trip. I had some sushi for lunch, and then came back to Futami.

This evening Yasu came over for a minute to take a look at the plants – he’s going to be doing the watering duties while I’m gone. He’s looking healthy and happy, and enjoying some time off from studying. He’s doing an intense job search, so I hope that he finds something cool.

Tomorrow is my exam, finally, and so I’ll be busy tomorrow afternoon grading papers. Once I get it all taken care of I can come home and finish packing.

I was studying hard for four hours this morning, and I was rewarded with steak lunch. Mr. Hayashi wanted to send me off in style to the United States, so he treated me and some other teachers to a big steak lunch. We made a drive over to north Takasago, and ate at a restaurant called, “The Western Restaurant”.

Mr. Hayashi sat us down at our seats in a particular order, and he ordered my meal for me. The steak came and was quite good – it was soaked with sauce and it was delicious. I had the 180 gram steak, and I scarfed it right up.

After the steak lunch, Mr. Hayashi was nice enough to drop me off at the station, so I could take the train right home, and that wrapped up my workday. I spent the afternoon punching in information into my flashcard program, and then quizzing myself on the new information.

For dinner I decided to go over to the yakitori and say my farewells to the master. The place was pretty empty, and so I had a good chance to talk a little bit with the master. He was doing pretty well and cooked me up a great dinner. I tried some new things, and washed it down with a couple of beers.

Now I’m back home and looking at all the stuff that I have to fit into my suitcase – it’ll be a challenge, I think. Tomorrow I’ll try to cram it in there – it’s almost time to leave!

Today I had nothing to do but re-record a listening test for my first year students. They won’t get the test until Friday, which leaves me with a lot of free time between now and then.

My vice-principal invited me out to lunch, and so we went to a traditional Japanese restaurant and sat on the floor. I ordered kushikatsu, which is just fried food on skewers. It was greasier than I expected, but as you might expect, it tasted great. We talked about all kinds of things in English. About ten years ago the vice-principal was an English teacher, in charge of ALTs like me. He had some interesting thoughts on what makes a good ALT, and he even told some war stories about his days working closely with newly arrived ALTs.

He asked me if I hang out with other ALTs, and I said that I do occasionally. He said that when he was in charge of an ALT, they often had “sex parties”. I asked him for a little clarification, but he turned red and didn’t want to repeat it. He told me that it was top secret, and that he was sure that I wasn’t doing something like that. What a weird lunch conversation.

Once I got back I got the word that I was free to take off, so I went home and spent the afternoon planning for the upcoming trip. I did some last homework for my Japanese correspondence course, and listening to lots of 80’s music. Around five o’clock I caught the train to Himeji to meet Carrie for dinner.

On the way I was fooling around with my cellphone, and in a classic moment of “what does this do?”, I ended up completely erasing everything on there. Phone numbers, emails, everything. Gone! Bummer. Now I’ll have to collect all the information again. Oh well.

Carrie and I met up in front of the 31 flavors in Himeji, and on the way to the restaurant we bumped into some other ALTs, including Yuri, who I had dinner with just two nights ago. They said that they had to get going, so we all went our separate ways.

Carrie was raving about this new ramen restaurant that she found, and I’ll tell you that it was well worth raving about. The gyoza were delicious, and vegetarian. The ramen was also great – smaller bowl, smaller price, and really good. I got “milk ramen” which had a good creamy flavor to it, kind of like what I imagine the ramen in like in Sapporo. Yum!

After dinner we had cake at another restaurant nearby, and we talked about all kinds of things, including my upcoming wedding, our future plans, Carrie’s sister who joined the program last year.

Finally we took off from there, and I went home via the JR train line to do some shopping at Midori and Carrefour. Now I’m back home and getting ready for bed. Tomorrow is another easy day, and Mr. Hayashi has promised to take me out for a big steak lunch.

Today was a big day for our third year students – they could finally get out of our school and go to college. In Japan, college is a comparatively easy ride compared to high school, so it’s nothing but smooth sailing until they hit the job market.

I spent the morning decorating the ESS room and getting it ready for the farewell party for our graduates. I blew up some balloons and hung some streamers, and the result was quite festive if I don’t say so myself.

The ceremony was pretty much the same as last year. The antics had calmed down quite a bit, and the crowd was unusually solemn. Luckily I remembered to dress warm, because it was freezing in the gym. The ceremony lasted about an hour and a half, and I was able to understand a lot more this year than last. Still, lots of parts left me baffled.

After the ceremony we had a nice bento lunch waiting for us, and it was full of really good stuff this time. Fresh sashimi, lots of fried things, and some of my favorite sides were in there – it was really good.

I met up with the first year students after lunch and we put the finishing touches on the party room, and soon the third year ESS students showed up. We had plenty of cookies, snacks, and drinks to keep everyone happy. We chatted about all kinds of things, mostly in Japanese, unfortunately. Still it was good to see them again – it had been a long time since I’ve seen some of the students. The party was a hit, and Ms. Tsutsumi, the third year teacher who I will be teaching with next year came by to take lots of pictures, too.

All day I was posing for pictures, mostly with the ESS club, but later on students that I haven’t even taught were asking for pictures and a message in their yearbook.

I was leafing through the yearbook with a couple of ESS students towards the end of the day, and they were trying to get me to tell them which one of the girls was “my type”. I knew better to fall into this trap – as soon as I point at a picture that girl’s cellphone will be ringing with the news. I just gave some non-commital answers and tried to change the subject.

Soon after the party ended I was on my way home for the day. Around six o’clock Kuniko dropped by. She was in town to stay with her folks, but she had forgotten to give me some stuff. She’s feeling much better. We ate some soup that she brought, and looked through the yearbook. She had taught a lot of the students that had graduated this year, so it was a good chance for her to look at all the pictures.

It was a great day, especially for the graduates. They are spreading out to colleges all over western Japan, so I hope they get some good opportunities to use their English!

What a nice relaxing day. I got up fairly early, and got organized and cleaned up. I called my folks, and also my grandparents – getting things finalized for our trip over there next weekend.

Kuniko came by around lunchtime, and we walked over to the ramen place that I tried for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I tried to explain what a “greasy spoon” restaurant was, but it was tough. I’ll just have to take her to one when we get to California.

After lunch we did a little bit of shopping for my ESS party tomorrow, and then we went back and took a long afternoon nap. Kuniko was complaining of a stomach ache, so I was worried about her catching something.

We woke up around 5 p.m., and then got going to Akashi to meet up with Tamura sensei and Yuri. Tamura sensei had her boyfriend along, and together we went to a restaurant to eat nabe (hot soup). We had a good time catching up, and I had a good chance to practice listening to Japanese. Yuri speaks half English/half Japanese, switching between the two almost mid-sentence. It actually makes it easier for me to follow the conversation.

After dinner we went over to the train station, and said our goodbyes. Kuniko still wasn’t doing so hot, and I hated to send her off when she wasn’t feeling good. I have a graduation ceremony at school tomorrow, so I couldn’t really do anything to help her. Tomorrow night she’ll be going home to stay with her parents for the night, so at least they can take care of her if she needs it.

Now I’m at home getting ready for the aforementioned graduation ceremony. It should be fun – compared to last year I know a lot more of the students, so it feels like I’ve got more of an attachment to them. Looking forward to it!

Today Kuniko came over fairly early and picked me up, and we drove into Osaka to move some stuff from her apartment to her house in Kakogawa. On the way to Osaka we saw a sign for the Kobe Winery, so we decided to drop by.

The winery was pretty nice. There were some strange statues in front of the building, but inside it was a typical winery. The tasting room had lots of different bottles for sale. Kobe wine is typically a blended or flavored wine, so they only had a few natural wines there. They were OK, a bit thin, but considering the weather in that area, they weren’t too bad. Just for laughs I tried the blueberry flavored one – eck!

We walked around the facilities, and they had some unusual items laying around to amuse the kids. We walked through the cellar, but it was filled with old unused barrels and tanks – just for display now. However they did have a big high tech bottling line that looks like it gets a lot of use.

From the Kobe Winery we drove straight into Shin Osaka, and loaded up Kuniko’s car with boxes and clothes. It was weird to see her apartment being packed up and organized. I’m going to miss that place!

Next stop was lunch – we grabbed a burger at a restaurant inside an office building, and then stopped in at Starbucks before we left. We also stopped in at a gigantic American sized mall on the way home. It was huge – full of interesting stores. It was weird to walk through a typical American mall filled with typical Japanese stores.

That evening we went over to Kuniko’s house, and her parents cooked me dinner. We had inari sushi – delicious. I’ve never had it homemade before, and it was really good. We took lots of pictures of the cats (named Miruki and Kuro) and Kuniko’s parents, and I gave them some presents that my folks had sent over as kind of an introduction gift.

The gifts were a hit, and it was fun to watch them check ’em out. As usual I left with a full stomach, and Kuniko was nice enough to drive me all the way home.

Today I had lunch with Ikeda sensei, for the second day in a row. Yesterday, we both had classes up until the official lunchbreak, so neither of us could sneak in to the cafeteria early before the students. I bought a bowl of katsudon for him, and we had lunch surrounded by crowds of screaming students.

This time it was much quieter. We got a chance to chat about what he’s going to do in the future, and it was fun talking with him. We speak only Japanese – he only knows a little bit of English. He sits only two desks away from me, and today he commented how tough it must be for me when the history teacher always comes and bothers me.

I thought it was interesting that someone else noticed that I’m constantly getting bugged by the history teacher, and I think Ikeda sensei also gets hassled a little bit. The history teacher enjoys using his seniority to sweat people lower on the totem pole, and poor Ikeda sensei is a prime target.

We compared stories, and it felt a little better knowing that someone else is being bugged all the time – it isn’t just me.

In the afternoon I did some decorating of my classroom in preparation for the big graduation party we’ll be having on Monday for the third year ESS students. Ms. Tsutsumi helped me out. She’s a third year teacher this year, and so she’ll be participating in the ceremony, just like Kuniko did last weekend. Ms. Tsutsumi is planning on wearing a kimono, which is a big deal to put on. She’s going to get up at 4:30 in the morning to start getting ready. Wow!

I got home this evening and spent a few hours doing laundry, practicing flashcards, and listening to music. Tomorrow I’m going to help Kuniko with some moving and also head over to her parents house for dinner. I’m becoming a regular over there.

I think Kuniko finally decided to move in with her folks until we get married, for a variety of reasons. I agree with her decision – although it was a tough one. It might mean that we won’t get to spend the night at my place anymore, but that’s one I’ll have to figure out. It’s a delicate topic, and so I’ll have to treat it carefully.

Off to bed – I’m going to be doing some serious lifting tomorrow I suspect.

My day was only mildly interesting today, but I’m not going to let that stop me from posting about it.

I had just two classes, so with a bit of studying, translations, and chit chat I managed to kill the whole day and still get paid. Tomorrow looks to be more of the same.

Maybe this is a good opportunity to talk about one thing that bugs me a little about Japan. It’s walking around. My legs are a little longer than your average Japanese pedestrian, and so when I’m walking in crowds (which happens fairly often) I have to slow my pace a little bit, or cut around people.

It’s something that you probably don’t think about in America – you walk around, and generally everybody is moving at pretty close to the same pace save the odd grandmother or toddler walking through the mall. I’ve noticed it only gradually here. At first I thought that everyone was just trying to walk into my path. I think what is happening is that they are misjudging how long it will take me to go by and ending up cutting me off.

It doesn’t both me so much – just an interesting thing that I’ve noticed. Will it be something that drives me crazy after ten years? Who knows.

Tonight I cooked up some udon soup for dinner, and spent lots of time working on flashcards on the computer. I got a chance to chat with Kuniko, and we’re starting to plan for this weekend. I’m going to help her move some stuff out of her place on Saturday, and then I’ll probably go over to give some gifts from my parents to her parents. Should be an interesting day.

In what could be some kind of cosmic karmic phenomenon, today the history teacher showed up with a giant pimple underneath his lower lip. If you missed yesterday’s entry, he made a big deal about a blemish I had on my forehead – asking if I was OK, and insisting that it was perfectly normal for people in Japan to comment on things like that.

He walked up today to ask me a question, and I couldn’t believe it. It was meant to happen! I said “Good morning! Is that a pimple underneath your lip? Are you OK?” He looked embarrassed but he knew he earned this one. I switched to Japanese just to make sure other people were understanding, and said what a shame to get a pimple, they are really no fun, etc. etc. I get the impression from his reaction that perhaps pimples are not really everyday conversation topics. He took it like a man, though.

In non-pimple news, I had only afternoon classes, so I could spend lots of time in the morning studying kanji. I wrote a listening test for next week, and just hung out and studied. Obara sensei, a part time teacher who is a friend of Kuniko’s came by and told me some bad news – our school isn’t picking up her contract for next year. That means that she needs to find a new job, and quick too. The new year is approaching fast. I get the impression that she didn’t have anyone to tell, so we talked about it in English. She is a really great person – I’m sure someone will pick up her contract.

In the afternoon I said goodbye to two more first year classes. Some students are confused when I say goodbye – a couple asked me when I leave for America – they assume that I’m not coming back.

After school two students were going through the boxes to see what grades I gave them on their homework. They both happened to get perfect scores, and they were really happy. Their homeroom teacher, Oki sensei, was looking on and he seemed really proud of them. Hopefully these students will take this encouragement with them to the next year and do well in second year English.

I had a lesson with Azusa this evening. She had spent three days in Korea, so she told me all about it. We also did a mini-debate, where I tried to get her to disagree, and I tried to disagree with her. Afterwards I explained what I was trying to do – there are a lot more vocabulary and expressions used in situations beyond what we normally do. Azusa brought me back some spicy Korean sauce, so I’m going to be in spicy rice heaven for the next week or two.

Finally, to top off my day I stopped in at Rikimaru, the kaitenzushi restaurant near my house. I ate nine plates of sushi and got out of there for just 1200 yen. What a deal! It’s not top quality sushi, but it does the trick.

OK, I’m off to bed. Tomorrow is another light day at work, and I’ve got to start thinking about packing for my trip soon. Kuniko messaged me and said she’s started her packing. Soon, we’ll be in the air headed to the USA!

The highlight of today was wrapping up my Tuesday classes for the year. The Tuesday classes were really challenging, because I had to come up with a new lesson every week for the entire three terms, and sometimes it was really tough to keep three classrooms of forty students busy every week. The teachers that I worked with helped a lot, though, and since I was helping fill a hole in their lecturing schedule, they were very appreciative.

I told the students today that all I wanted to do was relax and play games, and they were definitely up for that. We did a gigantic three stage gameshow type lesson. I had them make up groups of four, choose a name for their team (in English), and choose a leader. The names they came up with were great. Some like “Zousan” (Mr. Elephant), “Tomato”, “NHK”, and “E->Bayashi”.

Stage one was a trivia contest. I asked them about various facts from the year – mainly about me and my teaching partner. They huddled together and tried to figure out things like how many chocolates Mr. Kimura received, how tall Mr. Yamamoto was, and how old I was. I was surprised how much people got into it. I thought to myself during the lesson – hey, this is going great!

The last question was “What is Bryan’s favorite food?”. Two groups from two different classes submitted the same answer, “women”. Mr. Yamamoto got a kick out of that.

As each correct answer was revealed, the students erupted into screams, cheers, or groans, depending on their answer. People would jump up and down like Chris Rock’s audience at the Apollo.

Stage Two was a dictation contest. I dictated the sentence “On a rainy day I like to eat soup and sandwiches.” at full native speaker speed. I gave them a point for each correct word. You could hear a pin drop while everyone hung on my every word.

Finally, for the last stage they had to write down all the words they could think of that started with the letter “B”. They had 3 minutes, and everyone did a pretty good job. One group of girls came up with 211 words, but when we looked at their paper they apparently didn’t understand the begin with “B” part, and just had 211 words. They laughed and laughed when they realized what had happened.

At one point I got the giggles along with a couple of students in the front, and it took me a minute to get composed. It’s only the second time that I’ve cracked up in front of a class, and they loved it. Once you get the giggles, it’s hard to stop, but I was able to get it under control before it got stupid.

Mr. Yamamoto asked me to give some words of wisdom at the end, and I was surprised that everyone actually listened carefully to what I said. Mr. Yamamoto translated it for maximum effect, and I think some of them might take it to heart. Mr. Yamamoto certainly thought it was great – and he said that everyone afterwards told him that the lesson was the best one yet.

Just how much learning goes on during my lessons is not entirely clear. I concentrate on fun and actually using English, and if there are a few mistakes along the way that’s a small price to pay.

After school the history teacher came by and asked me if I was OK. I said sure, and he pointed at my forehead and said that I had a pimple. What a guy. I told him that I thought I might survive the pimple, but thanks for your concern. I explained that what he had just said would be considered very rude in America. He said it’s perfectly normal in Japan to use somebody’s facial blemishes as conversation starters, but today was the first time it has happened to me in almost two years of living in Japan. Can’t you tell I love my conversations with the history teacher?

After school I took off and bought some sushi on the way home. I’ve been spending the last two days trying to get a handle on a database program to help with memorization. Once you get past a thousand flashcards things get pretty unwieldy, and the web-based solutions I’ve been using aren’t so smart. I’ve found a couple of software solutions and I’m experimenting with some of these right now.

I’m off to bed, but not before I spend a few minutes of bliss with Vanilla Mint toothpaste. I’ve been looking forward to this all day!

A kind of strange day today at school. I took another route to school today to change my routine, but I couldn’t shake the history teacher. He rides a bike to school and he must patrol the streets looking for me. My spine stiffens when I hear the sound of his bike slowing down behind me. Yikes.

This week is the last week for my first year classes. It’s kind of sad – these students have never had another ALT and so I feel really close to them. We have interviews this week, and so at the end of the class I took a few minutes to say how much I’ve enjoyed teaching them. It’s a really great group of students, and I hope next year’s group is as much fun to teach.

Since this is the last week, everyone’s homework is due. Since today is Monday there were some people who forgot, so I made a deal that anyone that came up to me and asked me in English for a one day extension would get one. I had a line of ten students after class, and I listened to their plea and then gave them until tomorrow. The students did great on their interviews.

I keep coming back to why I like teaching – it’s the students. Lots of people talk about working conditions, salary, whether the rooms are heated or not, how much overtime you have to work. For me the thing that makes my job interesting is the students. They are, when taken separately, full of energy or completely drained. They respond to your teaching style, they complain, they laugh, they talk, and when taken collectively they form this mass that you communicate with. In my class the communication is more two way, and I find myself changing activities or pace based on how the class reacts.

It’s hard to describe but there is this element of unpredictability to every class I teach, from the moment the first student walks into my classroom. You have to relinquish control of your environment and give them some – that’s something that I’m not usually comfortable with. When it works and the things are clicking, there’s nothing like it.

Mr. Hayashi was pretty hungover today. He and Mr. Komuri went out with one of the office ladies to Kobe last night after the STEP test. I’m glad I missed it – it sounds like they really did some damage (to their livers). Mr. Komuri received a bunch of pictures from the group of people that we were drinking with during the sake party a while back. Mr. Hayashi was really enjoying that – he likes the idea that I might have picked up a girlfriend there. I can’t wait to tell these guys the truth and get them off my back.

In other amusing tales, Mr. Hayashi, Mr. Komuri, and Mr. Kimura were all telling me how expensive it is to get married in Japan. Mr. Hayashi was saying it costs 5 million yen. Even Mr. Kimura was telling me stories, and he’s never been married. I didn’t offer any evidence to the contrary, but it seems when you take out the glowing tower of chemicals and the bubble machines, the wedding can be a bit more affordable.

One of my ESS members brought me a homemade almond tart that she had cooked last weekend. It was a late Valentine’s present. It was really good – a very nice thing to do. I’ll have to bring back some great omiyage from America for everyone that took care of me on Valentine’s day.

After school I went over to Tsuji-san’s place for my Japanese lesson, and we spoke about her experiences working on the STEP test. She said that it was really interesting, and it sounds like she was a pretty strict interviewer. Next month she will start her new job, so I’m not sure we’ll be able to continue the lessons. I hope so!

Dinner tonight was carne asada tacos – yum. Sara sent me some salsa from New Mexico, so I used that on the tacos – it tasted really good. Nice fresh flavor.

Speaking of fresh flavor, have you tried the “Vanilla Mint” Colgate toothpaste flavor? Sara sent me a tube, and, wow. I never thought I’d live to see the day when toothpaste was revolutionized, but that day has come. I spent half the day today looking forward to brushing my teeth tonight. The space shuttle, impressive. The internet, impressive. Vanilla mint toothpaste? Mind-boggling. Anyway, check it out. You’ll feel guilty brushing your teeth because it tastes so good.

I just got back from a wonderful weekend with Kuniko. I took the train to Osaka late Friday night, and walked through the rain and wind to get to her apartment. Kuniko was busy writing letters to each of her graduating students. She was still writing them when I fell asleep sometime after midnight.

The next day Kuniko was at school all day for her graduation ceremony. She was really nervous on her way out the door. During graduation there is a point where she has to announce the names of all her students. From memory. Whoah.

For my part I spent a relaxing day at Kuniko’s place, studying Japanese hard and watching TV now and then to see how I could pick up spoken Japanese. I did better on the news and shopping shows, poorly on variety and comedy shows.

Kuniko came back that evening with armloads of flowers and presents from her students their parents. She got to work trying to put all the flowers into vases, but it was an impossible task – there just weren’t enough vases to do the job.

Saturday was also Kuniko’s birthday, and so we had a birthday present opening ceremony, which was a lot of fun. She got some good stuff from my folks, and I got her a couple of things I was hoping she would like.

Sunday we both slept in, and then we went into Umeda to do a little bit of shopping for the upcoming trip to America. For lunch we had Shabu Shabu, one of the Japanese dishes that I’ve always wanted to try, but never had the chance. It consists of a big bowl of boiling water. You add your choice of vegetables and noodles. You are served a big plate full of thinly sliced meat – I had beef and pork. Then you take a slice of meat in your chopsticks and swish it back and forth a few times in the boiling water, and action that explains the “shabu shabu” sound effect. The meat cooks quickly because it is so thin, and then you dip it in either a soy/vinegar sauce or a sesame sauce. Delicious. I had the big plate of meat, and it was awesome.

Kuniko and I parted ways after that. She’s getting a new cellphone, so hopefully it’ll be up and running when she gets back.

I came back home and spent time doing some preparations for lessons tomorrow. I cooked up some Chinese chili shrimp over rice for dinner, and it turned out really good. It’s just a flavor packet that I bought over at Ito Yokado, but at 120 yen it was a steal. Tomorrow it’s back to work!

Today, I was the history teacher. Mr. Urakami, the real history teacher, invited me to his class to teach a quick lesson on California history. I only spent about 10 minutes on California history, and spent the rest of my time talking about a day in the life of a high school student, and answering questions. It was a lot of fun, and the students were really into it. I don’t teach any of these students normally, so they really were savoring the time.

I had a couple of other fun classes, and also got to spend some time studying. We had a meeting after school but I left a little early to coach one of my ESS students because she is taking the STEP test interview for the first time on Sunday. I hope she does well.

At Ito Yokado I was there trying to see if I could get some presents wrapped for Kuniko’s birthday tomorrow. I asked the lady, and we had a long conversation. Actually, she did most of the talking, but I could follow what was going on. At one point, she apologized for not knowing more English. Here we are in Japan, and she’s apologizing for not knowing enough English to communicate to me. That gives you a good idea of how patient people are with me, and how great the service is at Ito Yokado.

Do you know the scene in the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark when Harrison Ford is teaching a class and some girl student in the front has a crush on him, and when she closes her eyes she was written “I Love You” on her eyelids? The previously fearless Indiana Jones finds himself stuttering and distracted. Today something like that happened to me.

One of the students in Mr. Hayashi’s class has taken a liking to me lately. She makes a point to say hello when she comes through the teacher’s room, and although she is shy she will always try to speak English. She has a small group of girlfriends and today they were sitting there analyzing my every move. I would see all four of them staring at me from my peripheral vision, and when I looked over they would all giggle and compare notes.

Whenever it was my turn to read passages they would watch me carefully, and I was starting to get distracted, much like Indiana Jones did. Mr. Hayashi was his normal self, and didn’t seem to notice.

I only had two classes today, and they went smoothly. The day was full of other fun experiences, though. The history teacher had to pay $850 to replace his windshield (that’s a lot pricier than in America!), and he’s trying to get me to go to another guilt-relief dinner for all the time that I’ve spent chatting with him.

Our ESS meeting was fun today. We had the whole gang show up, and we played Jenga, and did an inside-the-classroom hunting puzzle that two of the students had thought up. It’ll be our last meeting for a while, since next week is the week before finals, and no clubs are supposed to meet then.

After school I went over to Tsuji-san’s place for my lesson, and we talked about her upcoming stint as a STEP test interviewer. I think she’ll do fine, but she’s very nervous. She’s been practicing hard, and is taking it very seriously. It’ll be a good experience for her. She also gave me chocolates to share with Kuniko when I have a chance. She had some with her boyfriend and said that they were really good.

On the way home I got a cheap haircut, and the guy there remembered me from last time. We talked for a little while in Japanese, and it went really smoothly. It was a fun conversation – since we both were stuck at the barber’s chair, there was no reason to hurry it along.

This was a big contrast to the next conversation I had in Japanese. When I got home I had a package slip in my mailbox. I called the number hoping they could get the guy to come back out tonight. The conversation didn’t go nearly as well. The poor lady working there was in a hurry and spoke rapidfire Japanese. I did my best to figure out what she was saying, but by then she was already on to the next question. I think that the conversation ended with a promise to attempt a delivery tomorrow evening.

The whole time I could imagine what it would be like for me in America with some person on the phone that can only speak a few words of English. I would be really frustrated – this guy lives in my country and doesn’t speak the language? I ask the same question five ways and he still doesn’t get it? What is this country coming to?

I’ve got to say that everyone in Japan is really patient with foreigners – nobody gets upset (at least to my face), and that’s a relief.

I took the history teacher’s advice tonight and had a roast beef sandwich for dinner. Actually, his advice was to eat some meat, so this was the best non-greasy thing I could come up with. It was delicious. My appetite is slowly coming back, just in time for a trip to Mary’s Pizza in March.