Went to a Japanese onsen and took off my underwear
It was cool until an old Japanese man made me wash my butt in my public to make sure I was doing it right, then it got a little weird.
First Class
Nervously rushed through my self-introduction in three minutes. Japanese high school kids talked to each other and occasionally stared at me for the remaining 47 minutes of class.
Surprisingly, my second class went all right, almost as if I had actually taught before.
PS
Think I may have forgotten to mention, since people keep asking me, that I am having an amazing time in Japan so far. And thanks for all the birthday greetings!
This is a huge thing in Japan right now. I was supposed to have to perform it at a school assembly, but I had a business trip scheduled for the same day. Bullet dodged.
Ramen Shop
A rough translation of a conversation that transpired at my local ramen shop, where I was the only person not over the age of 60.
Old Man 1: [What’s he doing here? Does he only speak] English?
Restaurant Owner: [I think so], but he reads hiragana (I ordered off the menu).
Old Man 2: Really? That’s good.
Old Man 1: [But look, he’s] bad with chopsticks.
Old Man 2: [Yeah, ask him if he needs a] fork.
Restaurant Owner: Hork? Hork? Hork? (Fork? Fork? Fork?)
Me: No, it’s okay…
Restaurant Owner: Hork?
So yeah, I can’t hold “real conversations with people,” but for the most part I’ve been surprised with my ability to communicate with and understand people. I’m still pretty much a foreign spectacle though. Sometimes Japanese school girls squeal when they see me. I’m not even kidding. “Kawaiidesuneeeee!”
Humidity is Insane
Walking around in it feels like taking a bath, but a bath that is mostly made up of your own sweat.
Summary of Tokyo: Impossible to Summarize
Everybody should go at least once.
My shower room. It’s a shower that’s also a WHOLE ROOM.
Working a real job is weird because when you’re done at the end of the day you’re actually done.
There’s no homework or essays. Just a lot of money waiting for you at the bank. I don’t really know what to do with it all. Start drinking more?
Trying to use my remote control is like trying to solve an impossible puzzle that nobody wants me to solve. And yet somehow the TV is more confusing when I actually manage to get it on, especially the commercials.
P.S. My laundry machine is even more confusing. Japanese is hard.
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