still breathing
I like the fact that i can pour all of my creative energy at a given moment into something that will not recoil from inconsistency. This online journal lets me explore every tunnel of my subconscious without insisting on conformation. In this journal, I am god!
Power trips aside, I am still in Japan, believe it or not. I had my first two days of class today as a real working teacher. There was frustration, jubilation, aggravation, resuscitation. My first day was a living nightmare because of various things on my mind that punctured my skull and took residence in my stomach. And the stress of having to plan lesson after lesson given only ten minutes between each did not help matters. Today i learned that i do not need to plan lessons at all, and still come out alright.
I went to a party last night that Norman, the guy who owns the ex-pat sandwich shop called "Big Brother", threw in some basement nightclub. It was nice to spend some outside time with other teachers, and I mostly hung around with my boss Calvin and a teacher named Dani. They are both Australian, Calvin being of Asian decent (I dont know where) and Dani being Assyrian--his parents were born in Iraq. They are both dashing fellows who made good chums for the night. And of course, the party was full of foreigners working at all kinds of English teaching com----------
Okay, there is a pause here because our whole apartment started to shake and the floor beneath us trembled. Yes, there was just an earthquake. It only lasted a minute or two, but it was the first one i have ever experienced. It is a frightening thing to have the ground, which you rely on to be firm and reliable, to move from under you! Well, back to the journal...
-----panies, such as JET, Gios, etcetera. And assorted Japanese characters to boot, some dancing like epileptics in a room with flashing white lights booming with the Beastie Boys. One interesting face there was an Icelandic gentleman who lives in Tokushima with a host family and specializes in kendo. He and his twin brother, who was visiting, were sitting in lounge chairs with bandanas around their heads, looking tough and Icelandic. There are approximately 200,000 people in Iceland, so the probability of randomly seeing one of them is minute, to be conservative. And here were two right in front of me! A statistician, who just happened to be standing next to me at the time, promptly fainted, and we needed to rouse him with smelling salts and raw octopus.
Power trips aside, I am still in Japan, believe it or not. I had my first two days of class today as a real working teacher. There was frustration, jubilation, aggravation, resuscitation. My first day was a living nightmare because of various things on my mind that punctured my skull and took residence in my stomach. And the stress of having to plan lesson after lesson given only ten minutes between each did not help matters. Today i learned that i do not need to plan lessons at all, and still come out alright.
I went to a party last night that Norman, the guy who owns the ex-pat sandwich shop called "Big Brother", threw in some basement nightclub. It was nice to spend some outside time with other teachers, and I mostly hung around with my boss Calvin and a teacher named Dani. They are both Australian, Calvin being of Asian decent (I dont know where) and Dani being Assyrian--his parents were born in Iraq. They are both dashing fellows who made good chums for the night. And of course, the party was full of foreigners working at all kinds of English teaching com----------
Okay, there is a pause here because our whole apartment started to shake and the floor beneath us trembled. Yes, there was just an earthquake. It only lasted a minute or two, but it was the first one i have ever experienced. It is a frightening thing to have the ground, which you rely on to be firm and reliable, to move from under you! Well, back to the journal...
-----panies, such as JET, Gios, etcetera. And assorted Japanese characters to boot, some dancing like epileptics in a room with flashing white lights booming with the Beastie Boys. One interesting face there was an Icelandic gentleman who lives in Tokushima with a host family and specializes in kendo. He and his twin brother, who was visiting, were sitting in lounge chairs with bandanas around their heads, looking tough and Icelandic. There are approximately 200,000 people in Iceland, so the probability of randomly seeing one of them is minute, to be conservative. And here were two right in front of me! A statistician, who just happened to be standing next to me at the time, promptly fainted, and we needed to rouse him with smelling salts and raw octopus.
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