Dear all and sunder,
Whatever that means.
Sundry. Whatever.
Heh. Hehehe. Golly it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Ummm… since September, I think? Yeah. My life is dull and boredom. I work. I sleep. I work some more. Occasionally I get drunk in Sendai and embarrass myself. Let’s see, since September…
Well, my birthday was in October. I was sick for it. But my fourth graders threw me a birthday party, which was totally awesome and adorable of them. I love my elementary school. The one that I won’t get to go to next year because of some bastard at the BoE. That or I smell bad and no one wants to say anything. *sigh*
Thanksgiving was fun. I had blueberry yogurt and milk tea, watched Monk, and felt sorry for myself. Good times.
I got to go home for Christmas though! And I got sick. It was lovely. But! I also got to eat REAL FOOD. Oh the joy and happiness of that, I can’t even express. Spent Christmas night and the next in a condo in Breckenridge. I was sick, and felt horrible, but the bed was comfortable and they had cable and my sister, so it wasn’t too bad. Did attempt to go running at night a couple of times—when I wasn’t sick, mind you, for like the two days I was well—but there’s a bit of difference in altitude between mile high Colorado and sea level Higashi Matsushima. I thought I was going to die. It was lovely. Nothing says smexy like a sweaty gasping heffalump. Woot. But on the whole I was happy to be home and sad to leave.
Coming back was less difficult but more expensive that I thought it would be. But at least it was pretty much a straight shot from the airport to my apartment. That was nice. Unlike the leaving trip, where Ana and I took an overnight bus to Tokyo—and freaked out most of the other passengers with our exhausted hyperactive giggling, fun times—and wandered all over Tokyo station for a bathroom that didn’t exist. The station was under construction, but no one took into account potty placement when they were sectioning off places. Bastards blocked off all the toilets except one in like the back corner of the freaking basement. And when you’re carrying eighty million pounds of luggage consisting of you can’t even freaking remember what, wandering all around that maze of insanity is not fun yo. Stupid Japan. I say this a lot. But I say it about the States too, just so no one thinks I’m discriminatory. Ha.
Made it back in one piece, without setting anyone or anything on fire. Go me. School started again. Did not want. But what can you do, they don’t pay you to sit around on your ass all day… oh wait.
And that has been about the extent of my excitement. I’ve decided to stay another year after all, try to pay off at least a bit more of my debt before I attempt to find a real job and place to live back in the States. Maybe next year the economy will be better? Of course, I’ll be looking in between now and then too, and should some estranged member of my family suddenly drop dead all of a sudden and I have to go home for good to take care of the orphaned poodle, well, what can you do, right? Options options.
So here I am in the home stretch of this school year now. Waiting for end of March to get here already so that I can, you know, hide in my apartment for longer than a weekend. Unless Ana succeeds in having her way and we end up going to Okinawa. Disneyworld definitely though. I’d like to tell you how exciting my classes have become.
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Are you still laughing, those of you in this with me? Yes yes with the winding down and upcoming graduation of the ninth graders, really my weeks are kind of sad. Today, for example, I was to have classes with my ninth graders, but due to the ABSOLUTE LACK OF COMMUNICATION among my Japanese English teachers, I have been told that I’m not needed, and to just stay in the staff room. Which gives me one whole class to do today. Oh yippie. Happily, I brought my computer. I am not so lucky some days. When I have a full schedule and just leave my laptop at home knowing I won’t have time for it, and then half of my classes are cancelled and I end up twirling around in my chair until I puke. Excitement abounds.
It’s not as bad as I bitch though, obviously, or I wouldn’t be bothering to stay another year. I’d leave a trail of charred corpses in my wake and skedaddle.
Last weekend—the one that just finished—we had a birthday party for Kyle (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and Miho (who is not on this, I don’t think). I wish I had been well for it. I wish I were well for many things. Why, Japan? Why do your damn diseases love me so much? Hate me so much? Whichever it is, make them stop touching me! I blame my bastard germy children. Always sticking their fingers in my nose and mouth and rubbing their little faces all over my clothes. I have never been so molested in my life as at elementary, I tell you. If they weren’t so cute I’d have to punt kick them out the windows. Though some I’m tempted to anyway. Especially my eighth graders. Anyone have a good stay out of jail way to punk kick an eighth grader out the window? Maybe if I just set their floor on fire…
And really, that’s all there is. Kind of sad, n’est pas? It’s been fun though. I’ve been more social this year than, well, probably my entire life. There are some pretty awesome people out in my neck of the woods (you know who you are, but don’t go getting over large heads—and no innuendos over that comment either, I know where you live), and Sendai is a great city. Not that I would be able to find my way anywhere outside of the train station if I were on my own. Gods what a scary thought. My inner independent howls in rage, while the coward in me beats her with a stick and asks Reed nicely if he wants to go shopping because I can’t find the stores.
And yeah. I miss friends and family back home. I’m still alive and well. And even eating more than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches now! They have this awesome instant noodle stuff, ramen sure but other stuff too, and salads. And fruit juice! And yummy teas. So see? I am well. And if the staff at McDonald’s knows my order without me having to say it anymore, well hey, I’m one of like three foreigners in this city, it might not have anything to do with frequency of visit… *cough*
The end.
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