{"id":254,"date":"2004-02-09T09:36:00","date_gmt":"2004-02-09T09:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=254"},"modified":"2004-02-09T09:36:00","modified_gmt":"2004-02-09T09:36:00","slug":"a-horse-with-a-grossly-inflated-ego","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=254","title":{"rendered":"A Horse With A Grossly Inflated Ego"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes the smallest little things provoke the strangest reactions here.  Today I brought in some leftover pizza to eat for lunch.  No problem &#8211; no big deal.  Then I pulled out the carrot sticks that I cut up at home and got an amazing reaction from teachers and students alike.  They couldn&#8217;t believe that I was eating a raw carrot.  No spices?  Not cooked?  Mr. Komuri said that &#8220;I must be a horse&#8221;.  Other teachers gathered around to watch me eat the carrots, and oohhed and aaaahed when I chomped one down.  <\/p>\n<p>Some students were asking about the bag of carrots that I had on my desk, so the teachers asked me to go out into the hallway to show them.  They were laughing hysterically as I ate the carrots.  I felt like charging admission and taking my show on the road.  <\/p>\n<p>I had my last official Valentine&#8217;s class today, and it was with my rowdy group of kids.  They were a little better today, because the lesson was a little more interesting, but they were pretty much ignoring most of the lesson.  Mr. Kimura was extremely frustrated, but he couldn&#8217;t really do anything about it.  I went into a zen-like state &#8211; I taught the lesson, but without getting worked up about whether the kids were &#8220;getting it&#8221; or not.  No frustration that way.<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Hayashi was going through some kind of guilt trip today and so he said that I should leave early.  I took him up on it and left about an hour early from school.  As I walked by the outside of the school grounds, I passed a group of three schoolgirls from another school.  The giggles started up, and then I could hear running behind me.  One brave girl said &#8220;Hello&#8221;, and I turned and smiled and said &#8220;hello&#8221; back.   Her friend said something in Japanese that I didn&#8217;t catch, and then she said &#8220;I love you&#8221; in English.  I said &#8220;thanks&#8221; and kept walking &#8211; I guess it was a successful intercultural exchange.  <\/p>\n<p>One of my male students rode by and his bike and gave me a big grin &#8211; he had overheard what happened and wanted to see my reaction.  About two blocks later I heard running behind me again and got worried, but it was two female students from my school this time.  They asked me to pose with them for some pictures, so I posed with each of them as they snapped photos.  They were very polite and it was nice to talk to them.<\/p>\n<p>The attention I get is a lot of fun, and I have to admit that I enjoy it quite a bit.  It is dangerously inflating my ego, but on a more positive note it&#8217;s a great opportunity to show a positive foreign face to people.  This morning as I walked to school, three people on my route said good morning to me first &#8211; all my smiles, bows, and good mornings of the past have been paying off.  I feel like I&#8217;m making a positive impact on my little corner of Japan, even if it&#8217;s only in the smallest of ways.  It&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve made an impact on something other than some company&#8217;s bottom line.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes the smallest little things provoke the strangest reactions here. Today I brought in some leftover pizza to eat for lunch. No problem &#8211; no big deal. 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