| Wednesday, September 13, 2006 |
| New Kids On the Block and In the 'Chuo |
Though I can't fill the Adam-D-shaped hole in Kibichuo, I've strapped a torch on my handlebars and done the Road of Death home from Takebe thrice in the dark and have yet to be eaten by a boar! It's only a matter of time and colder weather before I will bundle up and become "Blackfaceman" for the new generation. My first weekend back, Britt took me along to legendary Pizza King, less-than-legendary fireworks, crepes, and late-night gossip over at Jon's in Wake-cho, and I met lovely new kids on the block. Several of us headed to Bob-san Park 'n' Park the following night to belatedly celebrate Bob's 23rd birthday with an onsen, Trivial Pursuit, and French toast in the morning. A whole weekend of sleeping on futons and having men do all the work in the kitchen... beautiful.
Some people I'm fond of:
 Sarah, Bruttney, Bob-san, Boone, Mochidani's forehead, me, and Jon K Gogh at our post-onsen yakiniku/ yakisquiddu/ yakivegetaberu dinner.
 Bruttney and I both work at Yoshikawa (she at the elementary, myself at the junior high and for sporadic/special elementary lessons), and the schools are heaven on earth. At last weekend's sports festival, that's our PE teacher (preceded with capitalized definite article if we must), Miki-chan, and Sora, waiting for the relay.
 Britt and I with Misako, the Yoshikawa dietician, who speaks great English and spends all her holidays backpacking around Asia.
 At the enkai at our town's lone hotel that night, Britt and I were seated in an English quarantine zone initially, but ended up attracting all of these sweet elementary teachers, plus the principal on the left. He said he visited Switzerland when he was young, "before the world blew up" (pre-WWII). Had our board of education chief, aka The Mummy, said that same thing, I would have assumed he meant the First World War, or possibly something Napoleonic. But then again, I don't understand a word the Mummy says due to too-large wooden (I think) teeth. Do I need to give up on kanji and start learning hieroglyphics? |
posted by Raychaa @ 8:07 PM  |
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Is that THE PE teacher? I shan't pass judgement until I've received confirmation...
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I about split my pants reading your blog. Great. I am surprised that Doi is on there. i am going to let him in on a little peak of your blog when i am at yamato and he is taking a smoke break in the computer room. NAAAAA just kidding but oh would i like to. Just remember if you do anything wrong, I will tell Doi sensei. haha
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Yes, yes it is... and one of these weeks I fully intend to have a conversation with him that lasts longer than 2 minutes and/or outside the magic time period of my day I call "Staffroom Soji Time." (The magic is in the sweeping.)
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Is that THE PE teacher? I shan't pass judgement until I've received confirmation...