every weekend is filled with something, even if it involves way too many episodes of the OC and my bed. this week it is pancakes and karaoke. I go on kicks of eating the same thing over and over because i remember it, love it, eat too much of it, then get sick of it, and never eat it again for a long time. pancakes, the perfect snow storm food! besides miso soup and mochi- which i also have been eating every night for dinner. most of the time i am not very creative in the food department when it comes to me cooking everything.
Karaoke. the japanese love it. even in my small town, we have a few places to sing karaoke. On friday it was at a snack bar in takahama (a beach town about a half hour from me). a snack bar is where you basically pay for the company of girls to clap and sing or sit there and pour your beer. it made me feel a little uncomfortable until i realized that the owner was my friend’s host mother and daughter and that’s why we were there. usually its massively expensive. they were so nice and made us sandwiches and gave us chocolates and oolong tea while we went nuts to favorites such as lisa loeb, christina aguilera and mariah carey.

last night it was at a place in my town of obama for lisa’s birthday. highlights include my heart will go on by celine dion and lisa loeb, yet again.
on tuesday i went to my smallest elementary school. it is a beautiful drive through the mountains- and there was still a lot of snow. this school has 5 kids, 5 permanent staff members and 2 part time ones that do accounting and school lunch planning. Initially i was really excited to go to this school for the first time. it’s a very interesting feeling, but one of my most low key schools due to lack of students/energy, so things tend to be a little less exciting there. I feel bad for the kids because i think they miss out on a lot of social interaction. i wonder how they will react when they go to middle school with 600 other kids when they’re used to having their 6 year old brother as one of their only friends. its an interesting way to grow up, something that i never experienced- hence the reason why it is so foreign to me.




the school nurse was putting together all the old books of photographs into a new book. (see above pictures- so nice!) i asked why she was doing it and they told me it was because the school was closing after this school year. this is happening a lot all over japan. most of my english teaching friends have atleast a few schools with 10 or less kids in them. It makes sense because i can’t see how that’s economically efficient- but i think about how one day there were plenty of kids to fill this school, and now there are just a bunch of creepy empty classrooms.japan is having a problem of having not enough children. and most young people move away to cities so mostly old people are left in the country side. the japanese are notorious for having very long lives, which also leads to a lot of old people. these are some interesting articles on it that i found through jason:
part 1
part 2
part 3
the last article also talks about racism in japan, and how japan is now attempting to bring foreigners in to help with the changing demographics. i think there’s only about 1 % or so of foreign people in the population of japan. At first i felt no feeling of ill will towards foreigners or myself here, people were only ever so helpful and accepting of me. After a while though, and after learning some japanese, i see more and more cases of it. i would hear kids call other kids ‘gaijin’ (foreigner) in not so nice ways and often it irks me because of how differently i am treated. mostly this is due to the fact that i am 1 of maybe 6 foreigners in my entire city. some people never ever see non japanese people so i am constantly being stared at, constantly have people scream and tell their coworkers at the grocery store that i, too, buy soy sauce, and am constantly having my chopstick skills commented on (a skill that i guess only japanese people can most often do). I brought a teen magazine in for my middle schoolers to look at, and the most often laughed at page, was the page with a black guy on it. maybe it’s just culture shock, but lately i am dwelling on how differently foreigners are treated.
on to a story about the only time i have ever felt like crying in class:
most of the time, i never have to interact with the other teachers in my school besides small talk. last monday though, 2 of my teachers were sick so i went with this one older man to class and i would listen to speaking tests while he would control the kids in the classroom. in any case, this guy is a little bit strange. he never acknowledges me. when he found out he was going to class with me he sort of grunted then left the teachers room. i ran behind him to catch up because obviously we’d be in the same room working together so i was going to make some sort of effort to communicate with him in japanese (which would have been the first time ever). for the entire walk to the classroom he walked in front of me and ignored my quiet attempts to talk to him. i would try to scoot up beside him and he obviously wasnt having it. hed walk a little faster or edge over so i couldnt be beside him. i knew however, that he knew i was behind him- i saw him side eye me! when we got to the class he openned the sliding door to the classroom and then immediately shut it behind him. in my face. with a glass window so that every kid in the classroom could see that he had just shut a door in my face. I seriously just didnt know what to do. i stood there with this astounded look on my face and then started nervously laughing. i could see all the kids on the inside do some silent hand motions trying to tell him that he had just shut the door in my face. he didnt even turn around when they told him that i was standing there with a door 2 inches from my nose. this all happened in a matter of seconds, but when i realized he wasnt going to open the door for me and i had stopped nervously laughing because i didnt knwo what else to do to save face, i opened the door and walked in. he didnt even look at me or apologize. i could see some kids giving me a knowing eye. my natural unconfident reaction was to be sad and almost cry. but i couldnt do that so i just sat there looking at the class trying to hold back tears and telling myself over and over what a jerk this man was in my head and that i did not need to let him make me feel this way. then i got angry and i felt better. i went into the hall and did the tests and then the class was over.
now, i give him the serious stink eye every time i see him. seriously, what a jerk. i have never been made to feel that way, ever, by anyone… and it just made me more thankful for the teachers that i actually work with who respect and appreciate me. it also makes me realize how important it is to make someone feel like they are loved and respected and needed… in any part of life.
in other news, here are a few links/short stories
my town is even more famous in the new york times now and various other places:obama
last summer i rode bikes with a then new friend, ian, and liana to ian’s friend’s house. they had constructed a dream machine in their empty living room. so we turned the lights off, closed our eyes, and sat with our noses almost touching it as it spun around. nothing happened for me, i think im too anxious and stressed out, though i’m still very curious. this is a link to a website that does the same thing:
online dream machine
im too afraid to do it though because i feel that i will have an epilepctic fit in my apartment alone in the middle of japan.
kelsey finally received a birthday package i sent her on november 27th 2007 from japan, on february 20th 2008. sometimes miracles do happen. it was a mild cause of anxiety for me that she had never received it
and i finally saw “harold and maude”. i feel that i missed out on a bunch of classics growing up- like 90210, saved by the bell, dirty dancing, harold and maude…. i’d like to say that harold and maude certainly lived up to the hype, but sadly… when i saw dirty dancing for the first time- it did not.
last but not least, here’s a picture of my neighbor- and his first experience with conversation hearts: