Feb 18th continued - weekend
Went to Kelly’s for Muqing’s birthday. Shot a giant confetti bomb into her face. Bonded with her workmates over always being the ones hanging out at the food table. Got their numbers and told them to come and visit me in NZ. I bond over food and alcohol and that’s about it. Had a great time catching up, cackling wickedly, being the girls that happen behind closed doors. It was good to see Japanese females lighten up too. I will have to get them alone more often. Sam came around, and everyone hastily got up off the floor to meet him. They soon realized that he cared as little for social graces as I did, and relaxed again. And of course by being relaxed I mean got hyperactive and crude.
Went back to my house for a drink with Sam and
Rather tired, but cleaned and travelled to the city with Sam. We took the “romantic” coast line road, which was pointed out to us by the excited gas station attendant who thought we were on a date. I think we even listened to the Beach boys. Met the girls for pumpkin soup at a tiny restaurant, said goodbye to Sam, and then continued on up to Nobeoka for girl’s night.
Now, girl’s night was not girl’s night as I have previously understood it. (I.e, Girls spewing on their hands, holding each others hair, screaming at each other, crying, making up, objectifying males, etc, etc.) So this was a new experience for me. We talked about politics, rights and childbirth, baked cookies, and watched Practical Magic. In the morning we had McD’s and watched Pocahontas (complete with psychoanalysis.) Once I realized I wouldn’t be climbing into a closet to reason with a hysterical female or petting one slumped over a toilet bowl, I put away my expectations and had a really good time. Sometimes the most culture shock I get from
Travelled home with Jordy, on probably the longest road ever. In
Monday. Kyoto Sensei saw me eating an onigiri (rice ball with fish inside it wrapped in seaweed) at my desk and assumed I was hungover. Instead of being disgusted he was excited and told everyone I was “Nihon-jin” (Japanese).
Still haven’t been back to Kendo (torn calf) so spent all day googling body building.
Breakfast at desk again. Kyoto Sensei asked if I drank shochu every night. I said weekends only and he seemed happy that it was at least that much. He asked what I drank and I said “nandemo ee desu” (anything is okay) and he started loudly telling everyone in the office in Japanese how wonderful my drinking habits were. I love that when people ask you “do you drink alone?” they are trying to figure out if you fit in, not if you are an alcoholic.
Showed the ladies in my desk group photos and videos of NZ. They got excited and are now going to come and stay once I move back. Shoko Sensei came and told me that she had heard the same story three times about how one day I gave some students a “hi-touch” (hi-five). So cute.
Helping a student practice essay writing for his entrance exam to university. I meet with him every day, and I want him to get into the university so badly. I’m becoming so invested in these kids!
Got given a box of Bailey’s chocolates (from
Read the funniest thing in the world today, courtesy (and indicative) of a good Kiwi lass. “Is it morally wrong to punch a pregnant chick in the face if you’re pregnant too?” Kept me thinking for a surprising amount of time?
Another charming quote received from NZ “Just dug a hole in the garden to have a crap.” This is, of course, in relation to the
Also had a sweet conversation about males and females. I can’t remember exactly what it was about, but I’m going to assume the differences between them. All I have written down in my notebook on this subject is… “Good conversation. Males and females. New book idea: ‘Not Caring but in a
A beautiful day. At 3pm some teachers and students circle around my desk to ask me if they can do fundraising for NZ. So touching. Breathless with the amount of concern and love that these kids fit inside them. Were we ever like that?