Smoke 'em if ya got 'em

The blog post title refers to the fact that I'm writing this entry on 4/20. Anyway, lame jokes aside, it's a miserable, cold, rainy day here in Oita, Japan. I just wrapped up a week in Nakatsu, which is about an hour north (by express train), from where I'm at. Yes, Nakatsu is not one of the schools in my regular rotation but, as usual, I was sent there to cover. Luckily, the classes there were pretty awesome. Most of the kids were really great, with good attitudes and they were all nice to me. The only troublesome class was on Thursday. It's a group of 4 year old little ones and they're new to the school so they're still having to learn the flow of a lesson, including proper classroom behavior. The Japanese teacher for the school came to sub (basically assist), and even with her there, it was still a mess. Only one of the kids actually listened, the rest of them run around (like babies do), and climb on top of stuff. It was truly a daycare scenario more than anything else. I had read the Japanese teacher's notes about this class, from previous weeks, and even she admitted to needing help, and sure enough, this class needs all the help it can get. I can only hope the kids settle down with some time and the lessons can roll out in a normal fashion.

In other news, I had a friend from Korea come pay me a visit. This is a friend I've known for years, but have never really spent much time with. Due to our close proximity now, we figured, "hey, let's hang!". It was good having someone to hang out with for a little while, but I had to work while they were here and that kinda sucked. I can only hope they weren't too bored and left Japan with good memories and experiences.

With April winding down, I have only one week left of teaching before Golden Week is here and I'll have a full week of vacation. Golden Week, for the uninitiated, is basically a series of holiday that all fall within the first week of Japan, making for a relatively relaxing week. The company I work for pretty much gets us an early start by giving us time off starting at the end of April. I don't have any plans yet, but I'm thinking I'll either stay in Japan and travel somewhere new or maybe fly to Korea for the week. Gotta check the finances first, but I really don't wanna sit around for a week. I'll let you all know where I decide to go when a decision is made though! Until next time true believers!

Garlic, chili chips. Not bad.

Garlic, soy-sauce chips. Yum!

Tasty ice cream cone.

Homemade chocolates from some students.

Garlic, butter chips. So-so.

Italian Balsamic Pringles. Good stuff!

Longest Week Ever?

Hello there Spring! You've brought some gnarly, rainy weather with you and yesterday I was stuck in it. This past week, I was teaching at my Saiki school. This is my farthest commute and as I've previously mentioned, it's not a six-day school. Needless to say, it felt like an incredibly long week and I was dead tired after all was said and done yesterday. The rain was hardcore early on in the day and even with an umbrella and coat, my legs were soaked due to the strong winds blowing rain on me. Thankfully, most of the classes went quite well, aside from the new classes on Thursday. My JT is supposed to be there for the new classes to serve as a "sub", due to the fact that the kids are new, still a bit scared and are trying to adjust. Some of these kids haven't even started kindergarten yet, so it's quite an intimidating situation for them. So yeah, my JT didn't come and I was left with a couple of screaming, crying kids who only wanted their mommies. It's incredibly difficult to have a lesson flow in the way you want it and the way it should when you're bobbing a little boy on your need to keep him from howling out for mom. I actually called my boss after the last class that day to vent some of my frustrations and concerns with how things played out. I've never done that before, but I felt like this could be an opportunity to possibly change things in the future. I told him that the first week of the new school year should not land on an NT's week. There's a lot of things that need to be explained to the new students, as well as old students adjusting to new classes, in regards to what they need to do and what's expected of them in the upcoming year. Due to the language barrier, coupled with the company telling us not to use Japanese in the classroom, I can't do an adequate job of explaining these things and it leads to a lot of confusion and disorder. Maybe I gave him, my boss, some food for thought for when the new school year rolls around in 2014. It just seems like things could be done more efficiently. However, I think that's a motto for most foreigners working in Japan.

The rest of the month will have me teaching at my regular schools, albeit with old students being in their new classes. I'm interested to see how everyone does in their new classes, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. I definitely saw some changes this past week in the classroom chemistry. I saw previously energetic kids suddenly calm and quiet because they didn't know the faces sitting across from them. Only time will tell how this all plays out. I'm sure it'll only take a month of classes or so before everyone is comfortable being together.

Completely unrelated to Japan, I really enjoy the new Paramore, self-titled album. It's super different from their past work. Very experimental in some of the sounds on there, but it still manages to be catchy. I heard clips from all of the songs on the new, upcoming Fall Out Boy album. Now I can say with certainty that I could care less about it. Big thanks to my folks for sending me a surprise Easter basket a week or so ago. It's always nice to have some yummy snacks from the States. Until next time!

New park construction by my apartment.

Creamy dressing flavored Pringles. Ranch, basically.

The glass in my hotel bathroom is a hater.

Cream soda bottle designed to look like mayonnaise.

Cheesecake and raspberry flavored pudding. Awesome.

Platform view - Oita station.

Easter!

Spring has sprung

Or so it would seem around these parts. The weather has been a little schizo, with signs of warmth hitting me one day and then cold and rainy the next. Wait, is that what spring is like? Anyway, I for one am glad to see winter coming to an end. I certainly dealt with it much better this year than I did when I first got to Japan. I was in a better mental state this time around and just better prepared in terms of warmer clothing. This year has been pretty good so far in regards to my teaching job. I'm happy to have parent observations behind me and I won't have to worry about that pressure for a while. The only thing I have to deal with at the moment is the impending schedule changes starting in April. A lot of new classes are starting up, a few new students and in general, things just just being shaken up a bit.

My far-off school is going to be my most brutal. It's officially a six-day school now, Monday through Saturday. Tuesday night, I believe, is going to be a hotel night (it was previously a Wednesday night), and a couple of days that week are just going to be longer than they were before due to more classes. The school in the town in the middle of nowhere ends up having the most enrolled students...go figure. Whereas my school in the middle of the city has a significantly smaller amount. Having looked at the attendance sheets for the new school year, I'm happy with some of the changes and confused at some of the others. I guess I've been here long enough so that I can look at who is going to be in which class and determine how well they'll do in that mix. Sadly, I don't have any say as to who is in which class.

As of today, I'm in the middle of a coverage week (big surprise), in Beppu for the Australian NT that's leaving at the end of the month. Luckily, the students at her school have been pretty awesome and from what I've been told, Thursday and Friday classes are no problem either. We (the NT's), got our April schedules a bit earlier than usual and again, big freakin' surprise, I'll be covering for another teacher in the third week. This time, at a school I've never been to. I feel like I've taught at just about every school in the area but apparently not. This doesn't bother me too much because there's always potential for them to be super awesome kids. Or it could just be a hellish week for me. We'll see. Enjoy two completely random photos!

Katsu curry. Yummy but crazy high calories.

Happy trails Buster, ya big lug.

The New School Year Approaches

We've just started the month of March (which is still crazy when I think about it), and that means the new school year is getting closer. April brings new students enrolling into new classes and older students adjusting to their new classes. For the most part, it's not a difficult transition for me, but I will have a few new students to warm up to and them to me. All I can do is hope and pray for good kids. There's always the chance a little monster gets thrown into the mix, but we're going to stick with positive thoughts for now. What's left for March then is the last half of parent observations lessons. As of today I have 6 P.O. classes left. Not too shabby. So far they've been going really well. I haven't had any students acting abnormal or creating a scene, knock on wood, and with the classes I have left, I don't see any issues arising. The biggest pain in the butt I have stuck in my mind right now is the fact that the school I'm going to next week, my farthest commute school mind you, is turning into a six day school. That means Monday through Saturday lessons, and possibly two hotel nights. If I didn't already dislike it enough, now I'm close to throwing my hands up at it. This company, after all, is a business. The sales team isn't concerned with how the number of students they enroll affect the lives or schedules of the teachers. They just wanna put butts in classes. I get that, but it doesn't mean it sucks any less. If you think I'm just whining too much, well maybe I am, but it's my blog to whine on!

March also brings the departure of one of our area's native teachers. She's a really cool person that we're all going to miss having around. I'll be covering lessons for her for a week this month, so yeah, that's another reason I wish she was sticking around. All kidding aside, it sucks to see her go. We'll be short-staffed here in Oita and I think it's going to be really hard on all the teachers for a little while until we get some new people. The native teachers aren't the only ones that seem to be leaving. The Japanese teachers have had to do a lot of covering on their end as well. Woe is us right?

In other news, I'm thinking of taking a short trip over to Busan, South Korea for a nice little three day weekend. I know it sounds crazy leaving the country for a three day trip, but get this, and this is no BS, it costs the same, if not less, to travel overseas by air as it does to travel to Tokyo by train. Japan, yet again, blows my mind with it's ridiculous domestic travel pricing. So if I'm going to shell out some dough for a nice break, I'm gonna go somewhere else, rather than the country I live in. Plus, I have a nice friend in Busan who I plan to hang out with. Bonus! I may not like flying very much, but the flight to Busan from Fukuoka is only 55 minutes. That's a piece of cake. By the time your flight has reached it's maximum altitude, you're ready to land. I'll let you all know if that plan goes forward. Until next time!

Italian Balsamic Pringles. These are awesome.

Constant on-screen tsunami warning while watching Supernatural.

My boy's shop sells cherry Dr. Pepper now! Score.

I like the instaweather app. New library almost complete.

This park will be right next to my apartment. Almost done.

R.I.P. Buster, ya big lug.

Dragonball Z movie, KFC campaign. Goku gettin' down with a leg.

The Noro-virus and Me

Yep, that's right. Yours truly got struck down by the noro-virus. I don't even know if that's supposed to be two words, but I also don't care enough to check. For those who have been living under a rock and don't know what noro is, it's a horrible bug that, from what I've read, is a contagious form of food poisoning that causes severe abdominal aches, vomiting, diarrhea, and fatigue. I can't imagine not remembering the date it happened to me, because it was pretty damn traumatic I must tell you. It was January 23rd and I remembered getting a piece of fried chicken from Lawson (the local convenience store). I took it home, chopped it up and put it in a salad. By the way, I'm telling you this because I'm pretty sure I got the virus from the chicken. Anyway, I was sitting there watching a concert on my computer and I started getting some abdominal cramping. It was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing too strange and my first thought was that it was from the carbonation of a drink I had. I decided to call it a night, as it was already 1:30am. As I laid there, I realized the cramping was getting worse. It was horribly uncomfortable and I knew it was gonna be difficult getting to sleep. Next thing I know, it's nearing 3am, stomach is still hurting but now I felt the need to use the bathroom. I get in there and it was, pardon the frankness, diarrhea. I found this a bit odd because I hadn't had anything spicy and at this point I wasn't even thinking of the norov-virus. I laid back down and repeated this diarrhea madness a couple more times, every hour or so. Now it's around 5am, still no sleep and now I start feeling nauseous.

Let me point out that I haven't been sick, vomited, in years. Seriously, years. This nausea was pretty strong and usually, whenever I feel this way, I can repress it. Deep breathes. However, this was definitely different. I had to sit on the bowl and the next thing I know, vomit is forcing it's way out. Luckily, I have this little bucket close by the toilet. I just had a feeling I'd be needing it and boy did it come in handy. I realize how gross this story is by the way. It's not lost on me. So yeah, this insanity continued and at this point it's nearly 8am. No sleep was had and I knew that I wouldn't be in any shape to teach classes that day. I've been sick before here but I've never called in sick and missed classes. This particular week I was covering (no surprise), for another teacher at their school, so I didn't feel as guilty. My boss was pretty understanding for the most part. I could tell he really would've preferred me to work (as did I), but if he could've seen the horror going on, he would've given in right away. My neighbor, who also happens to be a coworker of mine, was kind enough to bring me some sports drink and light edibles, crackers and that sort. Thank God for her or I would've had to crawl to the store, devoid of energy, shitting myself along the way. I really had no appetite and it was difficult to keep even water down. There's no cure for this virus, as doctors recommend bed rest and drinking plenty of clear fluids.

It took a couple of days before I could even eat a little bit of food. I was mostly living off of a liquid diet of water and sports drink. Truth be told, it took a solid 5 or 6 days before I really felt like myself again. That virus really took me to the mat. So, that's my story and all I can say is that I sincerely hope you or anyone you know doesn't get it. Oh, and I'm aware of the lack of pictures being posted as of late. I've been lazy taking pictures period. I'll try and rectify that.

Strawberry soda. Not great.

Devil Hot Pringles. Not bad.

More Than A Month Later Pt. 2

I was back in America and it was an awesome feeling. It was actually quite surreal being back and seeing pretty much everything in my native language. I was a bit out of it due to all of the travel and really just wanted to lay down. My stepdad picked me up at the airport and took me to surprise my mom at home. I'm pretty sure I mentioned already that she was unaware of my arrival. The surprise went as well as was expected. She was there watching TV when I casually walked in as if it were just another day. She was shocked, and most importantly happy, so this mission was a success. That night, Christmas eve, it snowed, which was awesome timing, having a white Christmas and all. Christmas day, another surprise was looming for my mom as my brother would be flying in from LA and she had no idea about this as well. Sure enough, her reaction to his arrival was about the same as with me; shock and happiness. Solid. It was probably the first time in years that all of us had been together, so that alone made it worth the cost and exhaustion of flying back.

Back in Colorado, I was able so see a lot of old haunts, see a good friend and eat some foods I haven't had in over a year. My body had no idea what was going on after going nuts with all that American junk food. It was worth it though, believe me. Do you know how much it sucks not having Mexican food? I didn't do much on vacation aside from laying around like a bum, but that's pretty much all I wanted to do. Just kick back with the family and watch TV. It's weird, I didn't really do anything "special", but everything felt new to me. I'd like to go on record saying that I missed American grocery stores. The selection is ridiculous in the best way. We got it good Americans. I had a really good time being home and it definitely reminded me of what I missed and that it was where I wanted to be. Still have some business to settle up here in Japan, but I know where I wanna be.

After my very short nine days wrapped up back in the States, I was back on the plane at the all-too-early hour of 5am. First flight was Denver to Dallas, followed by Dallas to Tokyo, then Tokyo to Fukuoka. After arriving in Fukuoka, I'd still have a 2-hour train ride to Oita. Needless to say, I wasn't excited. The travel time on the way back was much longer. The direct flight from Dallas to Tokyo was 13 hours. No one should have to sit on a plane for that long, especially when you can't sleep, which is my problem. I watched pretty much all the in-flight movies again and tried to maintain my sanity by walking around and chatting with my neighbor. By the way, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", is a solid film. When I got back to Japan, I still had a day or so before I had to get back to work (planned it that way), so I wasn't totally stressed. I was able to recoup a bit before getting thrown back into the fire with my long-commute school. Also, January and February are parent observation months, so you have to get your A-game back quickly. Truth be told, I'd been transitioning smoothly into life back in Japan, until the night of the 23rd when a certain virus decided to hit me...

More Than A Month Later Pt. 1

See what I did there with the post title? Anyway, so yeah, I'm back in Japan now after having spent my winter vacation traveling back to the States to be with my family. I couldn't really mention that before because it was a surprise visit and I couldn't let the cat out of the bag. I'll start from the beginning and give you all a rundown of how my traveling panned out. Flying to Denver is not a short trip when you're coming from Japan. I know that's incredibly obvious, but without having a direct flight there, it's hard to really imagine how long you're going to be in the air and how much flying you're going to be doing. My adventure began on December 23rd. I took the 2 hour train to Fukuoka from Oita, because I was staying overnight in a hotel so that when I woke up on the 24th, I would only have a short taxi ride to the Fukuoka airport. I woke up Christmas Eve morning to snowfall and thought, "Gee, I hope this doesn't make for an uncomfortable flight." See, that's where my mind goes because I highly dislike flying. My lady friend was with me at the hotel and airport. I was filled with anxiety, as it had been a year since I had flown, and I really had no appetite. I said my goodbyes and boarded the flight to Narita. Luckily, I had an aisle seat with the seat in the middle being empty and an elderly Japanese man at the window. Having an empty seat next to you is pretty awesome, as most of you know, but I was also happy to have been sitting next to this older guy (whose name I never did get), because he was very friendly and talkative. Normally, I don't want some stranger chatting at me, but I welcomed the distraction from being in a steel tube in the sky. This dude was in his 60's, a retired university professor living in Canada, who had been living there for over 30 years. His English was basically fluent level. Turns out he was in Japan visiting his mother, who had just turned 101! I was blown out by that. He said that Japan has the highest number of centurions in the world. I'm inclined to believe him because I see old people everywhere I look.

After landing in Tokyo, I didn't really have much time to look around. I had to hurry up and get through security and check in my luggage to be sent to the States. One good thing about having a residency card here in Japan is that the line for someone in my position was super short. Score. Got my bag checked in, bought some snacks and water for the flight and it was already time to board. I was seating in the very last row (for passengers, as the actual last row is the flight attendants row), on the aisle of the middle section. The three seats in the middle were empty, (again, score!), and then there was a lady in the left aisle sleep. This put me at ease having all this extra room. I could stretch out and have easier access to the junk in my bag. Also, the captain let us know that the flight would be shorter than previously announced (at around 8 hours 35 minutes, as opposed to 9 hours 30 minutes), so things were looking good. And they remained good, as the flight went fairly smooth. Whenever we had turbulence, the captain was quick to get on the intercom to let everyone know that he was adjusting the flight to avoid it, and I thought, "this dude is on his shit." I watched, "The Bourne Legacy", and thought was pretty good. I also saw the new, "Total Recall", and thought that wasn't so good. The best part about those international flights is getting access to brand new movies right away. As usual, I couldn't really sleep, but for whatever reason, I wasn't that tired and the time moved faster than expected

Landing in LA, I was a bit taken aback at the crudeness of the workers in the airport and reminded at how American security and immigration tolerate zero bullshit. I can respect that...the hardcore security part. I was also reminded at how dumpy LAX is. Oi vey. I took a shuttle to my American Eagle terminal (flying on an airline that sounds like a clothing store), and my flight was schedule for 10:25 to Denver. Got to the terminal, dude gets on the intercom and says that the flight is being delayed due to maintenance issues. Something you always want to hear before flying right? He gives an estimated time of departure as 11:30, as they now have to wait for another plane coming in from San Diego. I saw on the ground watching the old 1979 Gundam anime movie on my laptop. Final departure time ended up being 11:50, and they had been offering $500 vouchers to people willing to take later flights. I wasn't having it because at this point, I was done flying. I got on the super sketchy, celebrity killer plane and was seating in the aisle in the very last two seats, right next to the shitter. Awesome. I thought, "how many trips to the toilet could people possible make on a less-than-two-hour flight? Turns out, a lot. On the brighter side, the flight attendant was super awesome and seated next to me. We chatted about my life in Japan and her life in Chicago. She gave me gossip magazines to, "keep me up to date on the nonsense in America", and even gave me an extra can of orange juice when our flight landed. All in all, some better than average flying experiences for a guy trapped in economy. Landing in Denver was a great feeling. I had my feet on solid ground for longer than an hour and heck, it was Christmas Eve and I was back in America!

Mochi filled with Anko (red bean paste), and cream. I love this.

Hi-chew. Strawberries, Mango, and Bananas and cream. Gross bag.

Pizza potato chips. Olive and Garlic flavor.

At the big CM (combined meeting), in Miyazaki.

Only Rachel and I noticed the camera.

Richard and Spencer - Cheers!

Chicken ramen flavored chips. Meh.

Gyouza (dumpling), flavored souvenir chips from my lady friend.

Kitsuki classroom. Yep, had to cover there.

 

 

David was thrilled to be at the meeting.