Somewhere along the way in Kyoto, I had gotten lost in the crowds (it was like the third or fourth time it had happened; so the panic and shock I had felt the first couple times had faded). I was separated from the group, but I learned that they wouldn't leave me too far behind. Soon,… Continue reading Kyoto Solo (Part 2)
At my graduation ceremony, my family had a thing for photo-bombing, which wasn't hard to do since it was such a crowded place (it seems wherever my dad goes he starts a trend). My brothers all started photo-bombing. Even the youngest one (6-years-old) photo-bombed who he could from three feet off the ground. Somehow the trend… Continue reading Kyoto Photo (Part 1)
I work as an English teacher at something called an ekaiwa, which essentially means an English conversation school. It's a place where parents pay money for their kids to take English classes. The school where I teach has it's own specific teaching method that consists of a certain curriculum, and teaching style. With this method, the native teachers are… Continue reading My Job in Japan
Here are a few snapshots from my visit to the nearby town of Onomichi (尾道). It's a seaside city about 20 minutes away from my town. I went with my friend Yumiko. She's been a great help to me in my time here.
My schedule at work is kind of crazy. After lunch, my day is packed with six to seven regular lessons back-to-back (I ain't complaining though; there are worse things. Also, the overtime pay is nice money). The breaks that I do get are the 10-15 minutes between each of my classes. Sometimes in that time,… Continue reading The Pleased Parents: Part 3
In college, I had no car so I usually brought a small suitcase to travel with my groceries through the DC metropolitan transportation system. I usually ended up sore the next day. It was actually a very rough experience, but now I have challenges of a different sort. I have no idea what to buy. One time,… Continue reading A Grocery Challenge (1 Year in Japan)
My second-to-last class of the week is on a Saturday evening and consists of three students. One of them, she is my all-time favorite, Alana. Another, a boy named Len, is beautifully happy and just energetic enough to still be manageable, but the last one--she's the sauce, Ai (pronounced "eye"). She looked at me and… Continue reading The Pleased Parents: Part 2
My deductions are simple and few: the parents are psychotic, the co-workers are stupid, and the manager, well, I actually find her pretty nice. I like some of my classes more than others. Some of my students are great! They try so hard to learn, and they are so eager to participate. And they laugh and… Continue reading The Pleased Parents: Part 1