I've been able to explore a lot. I've visited Onomichi, stopped by Tokyo, explored Kyoto with friends, gone to Nagoya, seen Osaka. But not until last weekend did I go to the largest city of my own prefecture, Hiroshima. Hiroshima is the city we all know as the target of the 1945 atomic bombing by… Continue reading Hiroshima 広島 and Miyajima 宮島
There are still a lot of things I can improve on, but one thing I did not expect was to receive complaints for doing my job decently well. We teachers get a lot of petty complaints--I don't understand anything; you said my name wrong; you speak quickly; it's difficult, etc. But my strangest complaint was that… Continue reading Keeping It Interesting Cont’d
Some of my baby students are amazingly fast learners. They are brilliant and it's incredible to see such young children learning so much. Others, however, baffle me with how brilliant they are not... I seriously don't understand how they can be that slow. I don’t say this to be humorous at all though. I have a genuine… Continue reading Keeping It Interesting
I have finally started to meet some people who seem more open and outgoing here in Japan. It's great because they're always eager to meet and hang out with new people. But I quickly started to find their energy a little demanding. During conversations, I slowly but surely start to feel the pressure that every second must be filled… Continue reading Goldilocks
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 What Is My Job, Really?