December is drawing to a close and so, of course, is the year of 2010. It is around this time of year that many of us take the time to slow down a little, ponder the events of the previous year, and evaluate our lives a bit. With renewed determination, we realign our goals, dig for our work-out clothes, and determine to do a little better this time. I was hoping to take some time to reflect, gather my thoughts, and share with you some of what I have come to realize about myself during this magnificent year...but I haven’t even had time to sit long enough to pull out my journal or hop on Skype to talk with my family in weeks! I just got home from work and now I am sitting at my computer next to a zebra-print suitcase and a bus ticket for Osaka, Japan that leaves in under an hour. My heart is tender, my mind is racing, and my head aches from weeks of little sleep and over-scheduling. Still, even as I type this I cannot help but smile with contentment and gratitude for the conditions of my life exactly as they are right now...right at this very moment.
Tonight I’m taking a 12-hour bus ride to Osaka and then I’m switching to a train and heading for another 8 hours to Hiroshima, one of the sites of the Atomic bomb that destroyed the city in 1945. I’m meeting up with friends as I go and steadily working my way around Hiroshima, Miyajima, Kobe, Osaka, Kyoto, Nara, back up to Tokyo, and eventually home to Sendai! I’ll get home on the 10th of January and will then leave the next day to attend an English Camp with a group of high school students until the 15th. I teach the Gospel Doctrine lesson in church on the 16th, and then it’s back to work on the 17th—the day before my 24th birthday! I can hardly believe it! December isn’t even over yet and I already feel like it’s almost the end of January!
This trip is going to be exhausting but amazing and I can’t wait to get started on it, but that doesn’t leave me much time now to intimately discuss the thoughts and feelings deeply stirring within me. Let it suffice to say for now that 2010 has been a year of healing for me. Truthfully, I didn’t realize this would be such a year of letting go, moving forward, and fulfilling my dreams. Coming to japan has proved to be one of the single best decisions I’ve ever made in my life and I will never be the same. This land, its people, everything has completely captured my heart and healed the parts I didn’t even know were broken. I cannot recall ever feeling so much constant JOY and gratitude for my life. I’ve always tried to be a happy, optimistic person, but this is different...there is a difference between happiness and joy and what I feel consuming every corner of my being is a deep, peaceful, lasting joy.
I am richly blessed...I know that God has always been with me, but I have never felt His presence so intensely and continuously as I have since I first stepped into Tokyo NINE MONTHS ago, today. Whoa. I can hardly comprehend that it has been nine months... and now I look at my life and I am humbled to tears. If only I could begin to express the goodness of God...if only a language existed that contained words I could use to articulate the depth of my gratitude, of my faith, of my awe for my Heavenly Father and the abundant goodness He has bestowed upon me... It is remarkable...
These feelings, of course, are impossible to adequately express, but we’ve all felt love, fear, anger, passion, and faith so intensely at some point in our lives that words aren’t actually all that necessary to communicate such raw feelings, are they? As I mentioned in my last post, it seems to me that we connect to each other through our experiences more than our actual words...that we can actually feel each other’s hearts when we let ourselves. I think this is why we are able to relate so intimately with each other and why other people’s words, song lyrics, or art stir us so intensely. Sometimes the simple realization that someone else has felt what you are feeling is as intense as the feeling in and of itself, isn’t it?
I had a moment like this recently. I was listening to my iPod on shuffle recently and a song began to play that I didn’t even realize I had. It was a country song and I almost clicked passed it, but decided to let it play a bit...my heart was immediately captured by what I heard and I realized that the message of this song has definitely proved to be, as my oldest brother described it, a “theme song” of mine for 2010--one of many. I wish I had time to write more tonight, but let these words give voice to my heart for now. I will write more as soon as I can and although I already know better than to make unrealistic goals for 2011 like giving up chocolate or determining to write a blog post every day, I can say that I know 2011 is going to be even more incredible than 2010.
“There comes a time in everyone’s life when all you can see are the years passing by and I’ve made up my mind that those days are gone.” I’m moving on, moving forward, and moving up in 2011. There is no time to let up, give up, or back down; my goals are too high and my passion is too deep for mediocrity. Ready or not, World: here I come!
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone
I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
Thank you all for your love, your support, and your faith. I am grateful for your willingness to share in this journey with me. Now, I better hurry and catch my bus!!
xxx
P.S. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
some thoughts on language
Japanese is a fun language. I probably could have studied it before moving here, but I was told that I would only be allowed to speak English at my job anyway and that learning the language would be unnecessary (not to mention, virtually impossible). Surprisingly, this has turned out to be mostly true. I sort of live in an English bubble and while this is convenient, it’s also a bit unfortunate, isn’t it? I’ve picked up a bit here and there because of my own curiousness, but my knowledge is limited...very, VERY limited.
Anyway, when I first arrived here, everything just sounded so...well, Japanese! I couldn’t believe that the sounds around me created a real language—something coherent and comprehensible to millions of people. Whenever I tried mimicking the most basic daily expressions, I felt like my tongue was genetically formed to inhibit me from speaking Japanese. I decided to start with the basics and learn the alphabet! That’s when things got messy... I discovered that there were four different forms of Japanese “alphabets”—hiragana, katakana, kanji, and romaji.
The Japanese alphabet is actually a set of phonetic sounds, each represented by a written character. There are 46 characters representing basic sounds and 58 “extra” or “combination” sounds, each having another character to represent it. These 104 sounds and their 208 respective characters make up the hiragana and katakana alphabets. Hiragana characters are used to form words native to the Japanese language/culture and katakana characters are used to represent words and sounds that were introduced to Japanese after it was initially formed (simply deemed “foreign” words).
Kanji is what most people think of when they imagine Japanese. Kanji is the complicated, picture-like stuff and there are—get this—well over 3,000 kanji characters, many with over 20 strokes. Kanji was derived from Chinese and was then “simplified” to create hiragana and again for katakana. However, these three alphabets are used together in written Japanese—a single sentence can (and often does) use all three character sets. Each kanji symbol represents a sound, like hiragana and katakana, but can also represent a combination of sounds. However, depending on the content, placement, and surrounding kanji or hiragana, many kanji characters have five or more different sounds...so even if you learn one kanji sound, the same symbol in another sentence could represent a completely different sound or word... Feeling overwhelmed? I’m honestly trying to explain this as directly and simply as I can, but it’s a bit complicated and it’s difficult to understand until you at least learn hiragana and katakana. Since there are only 208 of these characters to memorize, doing so is realistic; really it is. Plus, while the characters are more complex than Roman letters, they seem incredibly basic when compared to most kanji.
That reminds me! we musn’t forget romaji! Romaji isn’t so much of an actual alphabet as it is a courtesy to foreigners. As the name suggests, romaji is simply the Japanese sound written using Roman letters, so while it is not technically Japanese, the sounds are the same and it is used widely throughout the country. It is thanks to romaji that I have am able to explain these alphabets because I doubt it would have been as clear if I had said that the four alphabets are
ひらがな, カタカナ, 漢字, and romaji!
Phew! Enough of that! Anyway, the point of all this is to explain that Japanese is actually a surprisingly simple language. No, you didn't read that wrong. I meant what it says. Not to destroy the daunting image that has been maintained forever or anything, but Japanese is only impossible on the surface. It’s hard to speak and it takes years to read/write kanji, but the actual language itself is, from what I have seen so far, pretty uncomplicated. Beneath the intricate brush strokes and obscure sounds lies a language without capitalization, pluralization, or intricate sentence constructions. Pronouns (he, she, we, they) and sentence subjects are often optional and articles (a, the, some, any) are nonexistent. Oh, and the same verb form is used for both present and future tenses...! I remember my first daunting days in Spanish class when I learned that not only do articles change for singular and plural words in Español, but that there are masculine and feminine forms for everything; not to mention more verb changes than there are mood swings among adolescent females... There aren’t even spaces in Japanese for crying out loud—well, that one can actually be more confusing than helpful, but still... There are only a few punctuation marks and unlike English, most grammar and pronunciation rules are actually consistent. Ha!
For example, a very common phrase (using romaji to illustrate) is, “daijyoubudesu.” This literally means, “It is all right,” but can be used in many situations. If I want to make this a question, I just add “ka” to the end, but informally, I can ask and answer the same question by dropping “desu” and “ka” and just saying “daijyoubu.” If I want to ask you if you are all right, if something I'm doing/offering is acceptable, or if I'm wondering whether a boy, girl, or group of people is/are okay, all I have to say is, “daijyoubu?” If a boy, a girl, a group of people, or a monkey want to answer affirmatively, the response would be the same as the question, “daijyoubu.” It isn’t necessary to add pronouns or even subjects to the phrase for it to make sense to a Japanese person. See what I mean? It’s a language, and a culture, which prides itself in ambiguity, but even though it’s confusing, it’s simple...or at the very least it’s simply confusing...right?
My favorite Japanese word to say, by the way, happens to be "otokonoko," which (coincidentally) means “boy.” Again, there is no plural form in Japanese, so I can say "otokonoko" for one boy or fifty boys—it’s all the same. Just say it, oh-toe-koh-noh-koh, otokonoko! Ha ha. Otokonoko is my favorite word to say, but my real favorite word is “ne” (pronounced neh). "Ne" doesn’t technically mean anything...but it is used all the time to indicate a shared emotion.
Harmony, called “wa,” is central to Japanese culture and it is very important for a person to feel emotionally and spiritually connected to the people and places around him or her. While there is no direct translation for "ne" into English, it is basically used to express the hope that whoever you are speaking with might share the sentiment you are experiencing/attempting to convey. By adding “ne” to the end of a question, it is like saying, “I want you to share this with me; can you feel what I’m feeling?” Of course, the proper response is to add “ne” to whatever response you give. In fact, “ne” is often the only word necessary to confirm the shared emotion. I love this. Love this.
A couple weeks ago, I visited Yamagata, which is the prefecture (or “state”) next to Miyagi (where I live) and had a “ne” moment. I hiked up a mountain to visit a temple called Yamadera (山寺), which appropriately means, “mountain temple” and was amazed by the beautiful fall colors and nature that surrounded me. Upon reaching the temple grounds, I saw a patch of moss and leaves along the path and next to a young tree. The entire patch was covered in greenery—except for a single tiny, yellow flower near the base of the sapling. There was something delicate and poignant in seeing this solitary blossom standing along the sacred grounds and it struck me profoundly. At this moment, a sweet old woman stopped mid-stride upon seeing the flower. I glanced at her and recognized in her face that she was experiencing what I did when I noticed it. Our eyes met and we smiled; I looked at her and almost whispered, “Ne?” She smiled and nodded slowly. “Ne...” she said softly, looking at me and back at the flower. She repeated it twice more, and then quietly continued along the path.
Language is beautiful, isn’t it? Even so, it’s amazing to me that the most significant connections we feel with others are not really brought about by language at all—they develop from the bonds of humanity. Even if shared by the bridges of language, these incredible moments actually occur when we see the heart of another person and stop to express, “I want you to share this with me; can you feel what I’m feeling?”
...Ne?
Anyway, when I first arrived here, everything just sounded so...well, Japanese! I couldn’t believe that the sounds around me created a real language—something coherent and comprehensible to millions of people. Whenever I tried mimicking the most basic daily expressions, I felt like my tongue was genetically formed to inhibit me from speaking Japanese. I decided to start with the basics and learn the alphabet! That’s when things got messy... I discovered that there were four different forms of Japanese “alphabets”—hiragana, katakana, kanji, and romaji.
The Japanese alphabet is actually a set of phonetic sounds, each represented by a written character. There are 46 characters representing basic sounds and 58 “extra” or “combination” sounds, each having another character to represent it. These 104 sounds and their 208 respective characters make up the hiragana and katakana alphabets. Hiragana characters are used to form words native to the Japanese language/culture and katakana characters are used to represent words and sounds that were introduced to Japanese after it was initially formed (simply deemed “foreign” words).
Kanji is what most people think of when they imagine Japanese. Kanji is the complicated, picture-like stuff and there are—get this—well over 3,000 kanji characters, many with over 20 strokes. Kanji was derived from Chinese and was then “simplified” to create hiragana and again for katakana. However, these three alphabets are used together in written Japanese—a single sentence can (and often does) use all three character sets. Each kanji symbol represents a sound, like hiragana and katakana, but can also represent a combination of sounds. However, depending on the content, placement, and surrounding kanji or hiragana, many kanji characters have five or more different sounds...so even if you learn one kanji sound, the same symbol in another sentence could represent a completely different sound or word... Feeling overwhelmed? I’m honestly trying to explain this as directly and simply as I can, but it’s a bit complicated and it’s difficult to understand until you at least learn hiragana and katakana. Since there are only 208 of these characters to memorize, doing so is realistic; really it is. Plus, while the characters are more complex than Roman letters, they seem incredibly basic when compared to most kanji.
That reminds me! we musn’t forget romaji! Romaji isn’t so much of an actual alphabet as it is a courtesy to foreigners. As the name suggests, romaji is simply the Japanese sound written using Roman letters, so while it is not technically Japanese, the sounds are the same and it is used widely throughout the country. It is thanks to romaji that I have am able to explain these alphabets because I doubt it would have been as clear if I had said that the four alphabets are
ひらがな, カタカナ, 漢字, and romaji!
Phew! Enough of that! Anyway, the point of all this is to explain that Japanese is actually a surprisingly simple language. No, you didn't read that wrong. I meant what it says. Not to destroy the daunting image that has been maintained forever or anything, but Japanese is only impossible on the surface. It’s hard to speak and it takes years to read/write kanji, but the actual language itself is, from what I have seen so far, pretty uncomplicated. Beneath the intricate brush strokes and obscure sounds lies a language without capitalization, pluralization, or intricate sentence constructions. Pronouns (he, she, we, they) and sentence subjects are often optional and articles (a, the, some, any) are nonexistent. Oh, and the same verb form is used for both present and future tenses...! I remember my first daunting days in Spanish class when I learned that not only do articles change for singular and plural words in Español, but that there are masculine and feminine forms for everything; not to mention more verb changes than there are mood swings among adolescent females... There aren’t even spaces in Japanese for crying out loud—well, that one can actually be more confusing than helpful, but still... There are only a few punctuation marks and unlike English, most grammar and pronunciation rules are actually consistent. Ha!
For example, a very common phrase (using romaji to illustrate) is, “daijyoubudesu.” This literally means, “It is all right,” but can be used in many situations. If I want to make this a question, I just add “ka” to the end, but informally, I can ask and answer the same question by dropping “desu” and “ka” and just saying “daijyoubu.” If I want to ask you if you are all right, if something I'm doing/offering is acceptable, or if I'm wondering whether a boy, girl, or group of people is/are okay, all I have to say is, “daijyoubu?” If a boy, a girl, a group of people, or a monkey want to answer affirmatively, the response would be the same as the question, “daijyoubu.” It isn’t necessary to add pronouns or even subjects to the phrase for it to make sense to a Japanese person. See what I mean? It’s a language, and a culture, which prides itself in ambiguity, but even though it’s confusing, it’s simple...or at the very least it’s simply confusing...right?
My favorite Japanese word to say, by the way, happens to be "otokonoko," which (coincidentally) means “boy.” Again, there is no plural form in Japanese, so I can say "otokonoko" for one boy or fifty boys—it’s all the same. Just say it, oh-toe-koh-noh-koh, otokonoko! Ha ha. Otokonoko is my favorite word to say, but my real favorite word is “ne” (pronounced neh). "Ne" doesn’t technically mean anything...but it is used all the time to indicate a shared emotion.
Harmony, called “wa,” is central to Japanese culture and it is very important for a person to feel emotionally and spiritually connected to the people and places around him or her. While there is no direct translation for "ne" into English, it is basically used to express the hope that whoever you are speaking with might share the sentiment you are experiencing/attempting to convey. By adding “ne” to the end of a question, it is like saying, “I want you to share this with me; can you feel what I’m feeling?” Of course, the proper response is to add “ne” to whatever response you give. In fact, “ne” is often the only word necessary to confirm the shared emotion. I love this. Love this.
A couple weeks ago, I visited Yamagata, which is the prefecture (or “state”) next to Miyagi (where I live) and had a “ne” moment. I hiked up a mountain to visit a temple called Yamadera (山寺), which appropriately means, “mountain temple” and was amazed by the beautiful fall colors and nature that surrounded me. Upon reaching the temple grounds, I saw a patch of moss and leaves along the path and next to a young tree. The entire patch was covered in greenery—except for a single tiny, yellow flower near the base of the sapling. There was something delicate and poignant in seeing this solitary blossom standing along the sacred grounds and it struck me profoundly. At this moment, a sweet old woman stopped mid-stride upon seeing the flower. I glanced at her and recognized in her face that she was experiencing what I did when I noticed it. Our eyes met and we smiled; I looked at her and almost whispered, “Ne?” She smiled and nodded slowly. “Ne...” she said softly, looking at me and back at the flower. She repeated it twice more, and then quietly continued along the path.
Language is beautiful, isn’t it? Even so, it’s amazing to me that the most significant connections we feel with others are not really brought about by language at all—they develop from the bonds of humanity. Even if shared by the bridges of language, these incredible moments actually occur when we see the heart of another person and stop to express, “I want you to share this with me; can you feel what I’m feeling?”
...Ne?
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
the clash!
It's December! What?! My life’s pace has steadily picked up since I first arrived last spring and even though winter usually seems to slow things down a bit, I can’t help but feel like this year is going to be an exception. I have so many plans set for December and January that I’m already booked every weekend until February! And then my contract is up the very next month? Ack! I’m not ready for this.
When I left the States to pursue this crazy little dream of mine, I was a bit scared by the length of a one-year commitment to life abroad; somehow, it sounded like a really long time. Even so, I knew didn’t want to be a “tourist.” I wanted to immerse myself in a land, culture, and world totally different from anything else I had ever known. I wanted to step completely outside my comfort zone and just jump. I knew that I was risking a lot to come here, and I knew that I could fall flat on my face by doing so, but I also knew that it could be one of the greatest experiences of my life...and that if I didn’t do it, I would always wonder what it would have been like if I did.
Now, here I am. I’ve been in Japan for over eight months and it really feels like home. I arrived in Tokyo thinking that I would be teaching young children in Niigata and now I’m living on the other side of the country, primarily teaching high school students. Nothing about this experience has turned out the way I planned on it turning out...thank goodness I’m not the one in charge! Every twist, every trial, every single “coincidence” since I got here has proved to be an incredible manifestation of the omniscience and omnipresence of God. Every detail has been a continuous confirmation to me of His power, His grace, and His love. I realize that I haven’t articulated a fraction of a percent of my life in this blog the way I thought I would, but I hope to be better about it in the future because my existence is truly a miracle and I do want to record my experiences.
I feel like a cheesy optimist but I. Am. So. Happy...! I am so blessed and so amazed by the tender mercies of my Heavenly Father that I can barely contain myself. Sometimes I cannot help but laugh out loud with joy. Other times I feel tears swelling behind my eyes for no reason other than having the realization all over again that I am alive. I think the best times are when I blast my music and burst into outrageous dance in my bedroom though ha ha ha. It’s silly. But it’s true. Leaving my world behind and discovering a new one on my own has proved to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life. It was exactly what I needed in my life at the time I left the States and I will always treasure my time here.
I sometimes hear people living abroad talk about “home” in a sad way, as though they wish they were back where they came from. Others seem to be just passing the time, waiting for life to happen to them instead of creating it to be exactly what they want it to be. I don’t understand this way of thinking. Of course I miss home. Of course I miss my family, my friends, and a ridiculous list of Western food/conveniences. Still, could I wish to be anywhere other than exactly where I am? No way. NO way. I want to savor every minute of my life—and I’m not just talking about in Japan. I am here now and I am trying to make the most of my chance to be here, but I hope I never catch myself wishing to be anywhere other than where I am because every moment, every breath—it’s all miraculous. It’s all a precious gift from God.
All of this has really gotten me thinking lately about my contract. The truth is that as much as I miss my loved ones, I don’t feel ready to come home. I don’t know if it’s because I’m secretly scared of resuming “normal” life, because I’ve grown comfortable where I am, or if it’s because of something deeper, but it makes me genuinely sad to think of leaving Japan. I am hesitant to remain in any legally binding agreement with my company one second longer than absolutely necessary, but that’s another story entirely. While I am not eager to sell my soul to my employer by resigning anything, I cannot deny the fact that I have fallen in love with this place.
Sendai has wrapped its way around my heartstrings. Every time I return from a trip, I smile and feel that peace of coming home when I see this city. Also, of course I love my students! I’m sure all teachers get attached to their students, but these kids will never know how much I wish I could get to know every single one of them and help them all reach their dreams. Watching them learn and grow is a more incredible feeling than I thought one could feel in a professional realm… it feels like a taste of motherhood to me, I suppose.
Still, the truth is that I happen to be a hopeless romantic and I have a tendency to fall in love easily—with people, places, and life. I know I would be happy if I extended my contract another year. I love Sendai and I love my students, but I don’t believe that I would have had a less incredible experience in a different city or different school. I know that I would be happy if I decided to continue this dream, but I know I would find joy and fulfillment and purpose in my life by pursuing any other ambition as well. Of course I could come home, pick up where I left off professionally, and get back to career paths, 401(k)s, insurance policies, and "real life." Sometimes though, I still want to move to South America and become enveloped by the sensuousness of the Spanish language and Latin-American culture that’s always stirred me. Other days I feel like I should utilize my love of learning by diving into a Master’s degree like I’ve longed to do for so many years. Yet, there are times that I feel like letting myself settle down a bit to fulfill those sacred roles of wife and mother that have always felt central to my core as well.
I have so many passions, so many dreams, and while it’s easy for people to tell me to just seek them all, it would really help if I could press pause and enjoy my 20s for another 20 years. A wise friend once told me that our opportunities will define us, even the ones we miss. I believe there is truth in such counsel and know that by realizing some of the dreams of my heart, others may become impossible, but I am trying every day to allow these opportunities to help me become all I am capable of becoming. Despite my personal deficiencies, I am still overcome with excitement for all the beauty I know the future is going to hold. My life is going to be incredible because it already is and I feel so blessed to realize that. I have learned that I hold the power to decide whether or not I am happy and whether or not I see the blessings around me; the result has been that I am happier now than I have ever been in my life and although there are trials and challenges every day, I am humbled to tears when I consider how much more the Lord has blessed me than I deserve. His charity toward me is remarkable.
Because I haven’t figured out how to pause time and life is going to move forward whether or not I’m ready for it to, I know that I have to make some big decisions...soon. My two choices regarding Japan are pretty evident. Option #1: Extend my contract. Option #2: Don’t.
Sounds pretty simple, right? Well, of course, it seems more difficult to me. I’m not trying to overcomplicate what is really rather easy, but I am trying to be realistic about the consequences of either decision. The benefits of staying are obvious, so let’s consider why I wouldn’t stay. Unfortunately, finances are the biggest factor. Wait...I am here to work, right? You’d think that finances be a motivation to stay even longer. Not so. The details are confusing but it boils down to a huge tax I would have to pay in the spring if I stayed here any longer than my twelve-month contact. It seems to be a message to foreigners that they can stay in Japan but that they’ve worn out their welcomes. The tax varies, depending upon location, income, and a list of other factors that not even I fully understand. In fact, there isn’t really a way for me to find out how much I’ll have to pay until I receive the bill. I’ve been asking around though and I’ve gotten a lot of estimates that put the figure somewhere between $2,000 and $3,000...
I want to extend...but I also do want to begin pursuing other dreams, too, so I decided that if I can extend, I would only extend for another semester...then move forward from there. Unfortunately, I must pay the full tax whether I stay in Japan four days, five months, or eleven months and three weeks passed my one-year mark. After factoring in rent, food, and other living expenses, I might not be able to afford to stay here to work because the money would be paid in monthly installments of about $750 each time. Of course this experience is not about the money (I’ve already taken a significant cut in my income to come here in the first place), but it seems counterintuitive to lose money in order to work, doesn’t it? In all fairness, I love my job; I really do. Still, if I really wanted to throw away $2,000-$3,000 to stay in Japan, it would make more sense to stay here and not work (thereby not paying the tax), and just travel/live until I ran out of money. This might not even be legal though, as I have a work visa and would be living without health insurance or anything else...hmm...see how this gets so complicated?
Of course, that same amount of money could be put toward my education or any of my other goals if I decided not to stay in Japan...
I was hoping to make my decision within the next month or two, but my company asked for my preliminary decision a couple weeks ago and I had little time to respond. I know I would love to stay but haven’t done the necessary amount of prayer, research, evaluation, and more prayer to know whether or not it is the best option for me. Still, I decided to submit my letter of intent declaring that I wished to stay in order to secure the option in case I find a way to make it feasible. I am not contractually bound to a decision for another month or two...
I really need to figure this out. Oh, here we go—back to that age-old question: should I stay or should I go??
When I left the States to pursue this crazy little dream of mine, I was a bit scared by the length of a one-year commitment to life abroad; somehow, it sounded like a really long time. Even so, I knew didn’t want to be a “tourist.” I wanted to immerse myself in a land, culture, and world totally different from anything else I had ever known. I wanted to step completely outside my comfort zone and just jump. I knew that I was risking a lot to come here, and I knew that I could fall flat on my face by doing so, but I also knew that it could be one of the greatest experiences of my life...and that if I didn’t do it, I would always wonder what it would have been like if I did.
Now, here I am. I’ve been in Japan for over eight months and it really feels like home. I arrived in Tokyo thinking that I would be teaching young children in Niigata and now I’m living on the other side of the country, primarily teaching high school students. Nothing about this experience has turned out the way I planned on it turning out...thank goodness I’m not the one in charge! Every twist, every trial, every single “coincidence” since I got here has proved to be an incredible manifestation of the omniscience and omnipresence of God. Every detail has been a continuous confirmation to me of His power, His grace, and His love. I realize that I haven’t articulated a fraction of a percent of my life in this blog the way I thought I would, but I hope to be better about it in the future because my existence is truly a miracle and I do want to record my experiences.
I feel like a cheesy optimist but I. Am. So. Happy...! I am so blessed and so amazed by the tender mercies of my Heavenly Father that I can barely contain myself. Sometimes I cannot help but laugh out loud with joy. Other times I feel tears swelling behind my eyes for no reason other than having the realization all over again that I am alive. I think the best times are when I blast my music and burst into outrageous dance in my bedroom though ha ha ha. It’s silly. But it’s true. Leaving my world behind and discovering a new one on my own has proved to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life. It was exactly what I needed in my life at the time I left the States and I will always treasure my time here.
I sometimes hear people living abroad talk about “home” in a sad way, as though they wish they were back where they came from. Others seem to be just passing the time, waiting for life to happen to them instead of creating it to be exactly what they want it to be. I don’t understand this way of thinking. Of course I miss home. Of course I miss my family, my friends, and a ridiculous list of Western food/conveniences. Still, could I wish to be anywhere other than exactly where I am? No way. NO way. I want to savor every minute of my life—and I’m not just talking about in Japan. I am here now and I am trying to make the most of my chance to be here, but I hope I never catch myself wishing to be anywhere other than where I am because every moment, every breath—it’s all miraculous. It’s all a precious gift from God.
All of this has really gotten me thinking lately about my contract. The truth is that as much as I miss my loved ones, I don’t feel ready to come home. I don’t know if it’s because I’m secretly scared of resuming “normal” life, because I’ve grown comfortable where I am, or if it’s because of something deeper, but it makes me genuinely sad to think of leaving Japan. I am hesitant to remain in any legally binding agreement with my company one second longer than absolutely necessary, but that’s another story entirely. While I am not eager to sell my soul to my employer by resigning anything, I cannot deny the fact that I have fallen in love with this place.
Sendai has wrapped its way around my heartstrings. Every time I return from a trip, I smile and feel that peace of coming home when I see this city. Also, of course I love my students! I’m sure all teachers get attached to their students, but these kids will never know how much I wish I could get to know every single one of them and help them all reach their dreams. Watching them learn and grow is a more incredible feeling than I thought one could feel in a professional realm… it feels like a taste of motherhood to me, I suppose.
Still, the truth is that I happen to be a hopeless romantic and I have a tendency to fall in love easily—with people, places, and life. I know I would be happy if I extended my contract another year. I love Sendai and I love my students, but I don’t believe that I would have had a less incredible experience in a different city or different school. I know that I would be happy if I decided to continue this dream, but I know I would find joy and fulfillment and purpose in my life by pursuing any other ambition as well. Of course I could come home, pick up where I left off professionally, and get back to career paths, 401(k)s, insurance policies, and "real life." Sometimes though, I still want to move to South America and become enveloped by the sensuousness of the Spanish language and Latin-American culture that’s always stirred me. Other days I feel like I should utilize my love of learning by diving into a Master’s degree like I’ve longed to do for so many years. Yet, there are times that I feel like letting myself settle down a bit to fulfill those sacred roles of wife and mother that have always felt central to my core as well.
I have so many passions, so many dreams, and while it’s easy for people to tell me to just seek them all, it would really help if I could press pause and enjoy my 20s for another 20 years. A wise friend once told me that our opportunities will define us, even the ones we miss. I believe there is truth in such counsel and know that by realizing some of the dreams of my heart, others may become impossible, but I am trying every day to allow these opportunities to help me become all I am capable of becoming. Despite my personal deficiencies, I am still overcome with excitement for all the beauty I know the future is going to hold. My life is going to be incredible because it already is and I feel so blessed to realize that. I have learned that I hold the power to decide whether or not I am happy and whether or not I see the blessings around me; the result has been that I am happier now than I have ever been in my life and although there are trials and challenges every day, I am humbled to tears when I consider how much more the Lord has blessed me than I deserve. His charity toward me is remarkable.
Because I haven’t figured out how to pause time and life is going to move forward whether or not I’m ready for it to, I know that I have to make some big decisions...soon. My two choices regarding Japan are pretty evident. Option #1: Extend my contract. Option #2: Don’t.
Sounds pretty simple, right? Well, of course, it seems more difficult to me. I’m not trying to overcomplicate what is really rather easy, but I am trying to be realistic about the consequences of either decision. The benefits of staying are obvious, so let’s consider why I wouldn’t stay. Unfortunately, finances are the biggest factor. Wait...I am here to work, right? You’d think that finances be a motivation to stay even longer. Not so. The details are confusing but it boils down to a huge tax I would have to pay in the spring if I stayed here any longer than my twelve-month contact. It seems to be a message to foreigners that they can stay in Japan but that they’ve worn out their welcomes. The tax varies, depending upon location, income, and a list of other factors that not even I fully understand. In fact, there isn’t really a way for me to find out how much I’ll have to pay until I receive the bill. I’ve been asking around though and I’ve gotten a lot of estimates that put the figure somewhere between $2,000 and $3,000...
I want to extend...but I also do want to begin pursuing other dreams, too, so I decided that if I can extend, I would only extend for another semester...then move forward from there. Unfortunately, I must pay the full tax whether I stay in Japan four days, five months, or eleven months and three weeks passed my one-year mark. After factoring in rent, food, and other living expenses, I might not be able to afford to stay here to work because the money would be paid in monthly installments of about $750 each time. Of course this experience is not about the money (I’ve already taken a significant cut in my income to come here in the first place), but it seems counterintuitive to lose money in order to work, doesn’t it? In all fairness, I love my job; I really do. Still, if I really wanted to throw away $2,000-$3,000 to stay in Japan, it would make more sense to stay here and not work (thereby not paying the tax), and just travel/live until I ran out of money. This might not even be legal though, as I have a work visa and would be living without health insurance or anything else...hmm...see how this gets so complicated?
Of course, that same amount of money could be put toward my education or any of my other goals if I decided not to stay in Japan...
I was hoping to make my decision within the next month or two, but my company asked for my preliminary decision a couple weeks ago and I had little time to respond. I know I would love to stay but haven’t done the necessary amount of prayer, research, evaluation, and more prayer to know whether or not it is the best option for me. Still, I decided to submit my letter of intent declaring that I wished to stay in order to secure the option in case I find a way to make it feasible. I am not contractually bound to a decision for another month or two...
I really need to figure this out. Oh, here we go—back to that age-old question: should I stay or should I go??
Thursday, November 25, 2010
note: language barriers+hair salons=disaster!
Monday November 22, 2010
I decided to find a hair salon this weekend. Well, by find, I mean enter. I have “found” several salons, but have never had the courage to step inside any of them. I don’t know what gave me the gumption to go for it, but I woke up on Saturday morning determined to follow through. I finally chose one that seemed tasteful but affordable (as in less than the $200+ standard I see for a color/cut) and made an appointment for later that afternoon. I used the extra time to explore new areas in downtown Sendai, finish my latest Jane Austen romance, and people-watch from my corner-seat in the second story of a charming café. I even bought myself a Christmas tree, some decorations, and splurged on Nutella from the foreign-foods shop! I’ve wanted Nutella for almost eight months, but it’s about $10 for a 10-ounce jar and practicality has kept me away...I guess the self-indulgence of a salon day finally swayed my judgment!
After several hours of pleasant browsing and proactive stalling, I returned to the salon for my appointment and began talking with my stylist about what I wanted. I came armed with a Japanese/English dictionary and key words/phrases written down that I knew I would need there. We talked for a long time, gesturing, translating, drawing pictures, and finally reaching a point of mutual understanding...sort of. My world has essentially become a real-life game of pictionary/charades ha ha. Finally, I just told him, “I trust you. Let’s try it!”
In all honesty, I was a little nervous at first, but all I wanted was for him to add some brown and blonde sections of color to the crown of my head, just to blend the regrowth and get me through the winter. I calmly watched him work away and it wasn’t until I saw him applying bleach directly to my scalp all over the crown of my head that I really began to worry. Still, I wanted to wait and let the professional do his job and prayed that it would make more sense once I saw the finished product. Well, I saw the finished product at the salon and was shocked by how much blonde he put in my hair! I only wanted a small amount mixed in with the brown, but almost all of the hair he treated looked bleached. However, the lighting in the salon was very poor and I figured that it would look very different in fresh lighting. I smiled, paid, and booked it for home!
I was right; it did look very different in fresh lighting. It looked worse. Much worse! My jaw dropped when I looked in the mirror back at my apartment and saw my ORANGE and YELLOW hair! I wanted to laugh but also wanted to cry; my hair was wretched. Completely awful. I’ve always cracked jokes about what horror stories might ensue if I ever dared to step inside a hair salon out here, but apparently I had no idea what I was actually in for.
What was equally upsetting to me was that I reached for my Nutella as food-consolation only to find that it wasn’t in my shopping bags. Somehow, it fell out or got dropped somewhere along my way home...I finally spent $10 on Nutella and never even got to try it once...! I had to quickly accept the loss of my treat and forced myself to concentrate on finding a solution to the brassy-orange mop on my head.
I called a couple friends for help and arranged with one to meet the next morning for an emergency hair intervention. We went to a drugstore to evaluate our options. (Neither of us has access to professional products out here and there was no way I dared to petition a salon for help.) She suggested re-coloring the blonde to remove the orange and we gave it a try at her house, but it was disappointingly ineffective.
Back at the drugstore, I half-sincerely suggested just dying it all black. We considered other colors but wondered how they would turn out on my hair—and whether my hair could even handle more chemicals/color treatments. Suddenly, I noticed a “hair-treatment rinse” in a blue bottle. Blue cancels out orange, right? I turned to my friend and she readily agreed that it would be our best bet, so I bought it and came back home to try it out...
I don’t want to turn this into a hair lesson, but I suppose it may help to clarify that salons already use blue in their bleach when they lighten hair in the states in order to offset the orange color pulled from bleached hair. The bleach used on me was white, which means nothing was in the mix to offset the orange. I let it soak for about an hour and noticed a greenish hue developing on my scalp! Ack! I jumped back in the shower and vigorously shampooed somewhere around eighteen times, then left on a conditioning treatment overnight as a peace-offering to my hair.
The good news is that I no longer look like Carrot Top. The bad news is that the crown of my head is still an unbecoming mass of bleached roots with random streaks of brown. More good news is that I’m in Japan and it doesn’t really matter if my hair is blonde or brown or purple; I still look American. More bad news is that I have work pictures in a couple hours and two trips planned within the week with friends that will involve lots of pictures, a.k.a. immutable evidence of my hair’s current condition.
Still, let’s end this on a plus side. In all honesty, it’s just hair and I’ll fix it eventually. I feel ridiculous, but it is still immeasurably better than when I first got it done, and I guess anything that forces me to swallow my pride and vanity a bit has to be good for me, right? Plus, it really is pretty comical. I’m not denying the fact that I was openly disconcerted upon first seeing my reflection in the mirror, but I’ve already laughed about it in conversations with family and friends. And hey, at least I can say that I’ve been to a Japanese salon... Besides, our most embarrassing stories are usually the most enjoyable for everyone else, aren’t they?
I think I’m going straight to the hair salon from the airport next year... In the meantime, maybe I’ll just pick up a hat or two...and another jar of Nutella...?
I decided to find a hair salon this weekend. Well, by find, I mean enter. I have “found” several salons, but have never had the courage to step inside any of them. I don’t know what gave me the gumption to go for it, but I woke up on Saturday morning determined to follow through. I finally chose one that seemed tasteful but affordable (as in less than the $200+ standard I see for a color/cut) and made an appointment for later that afternoon. I used the extra time to explore new areas in downtown Sendai, finish my latest Jane Austen romance, and people-watch from my corner-seat in the second story of a charming café. I even bought myself a Christmas tree, some decorations, and splurged on Nutella from the foreign-foods shop! I’ve wanted Nutella for almost eight months, but it’s about $10 for a 10-ounce jar and practicality has kept me away...I guess the self-indulgence of a salon day finally swayed my judgment!
After several hours of pleasant browsing and proactive stalling, I returned to the salon for my appointment and began talking with my stylist about what I wanted. I came armed with a Japanese/English dictionary and key words/phrases written down that I knew I would need there. We talked for a long time, gesturing, translating, drawing pictures, and finally reaching a point of mutual understanding...sort of. My world has essentially become a real-life game of pictionary/charades ha ha. Finally, I just told him, “I trust you. Let’s try it!”
In all honesty, I was a little nervous at first, but all I wanted was for him to add some brown and blonde sections of color to the crown of my head, just to blend the regrowth and get me through the winter. I calmly watched him work away and it wasn’t until I saw him applying bleach directly to my scalp all over the crown of my head that I really began to worry. Still, I wanted to wait and let the professional do his job and prayed that it would make more sense once I saw the finished product. Well, I saw the finished product at the salon and was shocked by how much blonde he put in my hair! I only wanted a small amount mixed in with the brown, but almost all of the hair he treated looked bleached. However, the lighting in the salon was very poor and I figured that it would look very different in fresh lighting. I smiled, paid, and booked it for home!
I was right; it did look very different in fresh lighting. It looked worse. Much worse! My jaw dropped when I looked in the mirror back at my apartment and saw my ORANGE and YELLOW hair! I wanted to laugh but also wanted to cry; my hair was wretched. Completely awful. I’ve always cracked jokes about what horror stories might ensue if I ever dared to step inside a hair salon out here, but apparently I had no idea what I was actually in for.
What was equally upsetting to me was that I reached for my Nutella as food-consolation only to find that it wasn’t in my shopping bags. Somehow, it fell out or got dropped somewhere along my way home...I finally spent $10 on Nutella and never even got to try it once...! I had to quickly accept the loss of my treat and forced myself to concentrate on finding a solution to the brassy-orange mop on my head.
I called a couple friends for help and arranged with one to meet the next morning for an emergency hair intervention. We went to a drugstore to evaluate our options. (Neither of us has access to professional products out here and there was no way I dared to petition a salon for help.) She suggested re-coloring the blonde to remove the orange and we gave it a try at her house, but it was disappointingly ineffective.
Back at the drugstore, I half-sincerely suggested just dying it all black. We considered other colors but wondered how they would turn out on my hair—and whether my hair could even handle more chemicals/color treatments. Suddenly, I noticed a “hair-treatment rinse” in a blue bottle. Blue cancels out orange, right? I turned to my friend and she readily agreed that it would be our best bet, so I bought it and came back home to try it out...
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| Sad face...this picture doesn't do justice to my calico head, but this is pre-blue gunk. I only snapped one shot, so this is all I've got as future blackmail against myself. See my cute Christmas tree in the back though? YAY! |
I don’t want to turn this into a hair lesson, but I suppose it may help to clarify that salons already use blue in their bleach when they lighten hair in the states in order to offset the orange color pulled from bleached hair. The bleach used on me was white, which means nothing was in the mix to offset the orange. I let it soak for about an hour and noticed a greenish hue developing on my scalp! Ack! I jumped back in the shower and vigorously shampooed somewhere around eighteen times, then left on a conditioning treatment overnight as a peace-offering to my hair.
The good news is that I no longer look like Carrot Top. The bad news is that the crown of my head is still an unbecoming mass of bleached roots with random streaks of brown. More good news is that I’m in Japan and it doesn’t really matter if my hair is blonde or brown or purple; I still look American. More bad news is that I have work pictures in a couple hours and two trips planned within the week with friends that will involve lots of pictures, a.k.a. immutable evidence of my hair’s current condition.
Still, let’s end this on a plus side. In all honesty, it’s just hair and I’ll fix it eventually. I feel ridiculous, but it is still immeasurably better than when I first got it done, and I guess anything that forces me to swallow my pride and vanity a bit has to be good for me, right? Plus, it really is pretty comical. I’m not denying the fact that I was openly disconcerted upon first seeing my reflection in the mirror, but I’ve already laughed about it in conversations with family and friends. And hey, at least I can say that I’ve been to a Japanese salon... Besides, our most embarrassing stories are usually the most enjoyable for everyone else, aren’t they?
I think I’m going straight to the hair salon from the airport next year... In the meantime, maybe I’ll just pick up a hat or two...and another jar of Nutella...?
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| You can't see the full effect of the nasty yellow in its true hue, but you can kinda get the idea. It still looks pretty bad in real-life but, hey, what can ya do? |
Sunday, October 31, 2010
through inspired eyes...the widsom of youth
October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
It doesn’t feel like Halloween to me today! I guess that’s normal when living abroad, for once-celebrated holidays to blend with every other day of the year. I actually forgot it was Halloween until a Japanese guy at church (who lived in the States for a while) approached me and cheered, “Happy Halloween!” It isn’t as if I’ve completely gone without celebrating though. I did have a Halloween party last week with Language club and I made little holiday treat bags for my coworkers and Language club members! Still, this has been anything but a typical holiday season for me.
What's more surprising to me than the fact that it’s Halloween is that it’s seriously the last day of October. November starts tomorrow?! But...but...I’m not ready for winter! I have a little heater called a “stove” that I plug into the wall and fill with kerosene for warmth. It doesn’t turn off automatically though so I have to unplug it while I'm asleep or at work. I'm not used to this way of staying warm! I also have to turn on a water heater and wait several minutes anytime I want warm water... This afternoon I even refilled my kerosene tank with more oil from a huge plastic jug that I refill at the local convenient store! Ha ha is this real life? Oh yes, yes it is. And I LOVE it! I unpacked my winter gear and I’m definitely prepared for winter, I’m just not ready for it. I swear the discrepancy there makes sense in my mind somehow...
Anyway, work has been busier than ever and at least I have my adorable students to distract me from the cold (there is no heating in the schools, either). Work has been so busy because the senior girls have entrance exams coming up that they must pass in order to get into college and I’ve been helping them study. In these entrance exams, they will have to read, analyze, and write essays in English, as well as participate in an interview conducted entirely in English. It’s a pretty intense process and they are all super nervous. I come in early, stay late, and have literally been booked through my lunch periods, prep periods, and sometimes in between classes because I have been meeting with the senior girls and helping them prepare. I conduct mock interviews, edit mock essays, correct pronunciation and grammar, and most importantly, build confidence. These girls are amazing, really. I am so impressed by their creativity, their intelligence, and their dedication.
This has also been really fun for me because I’m getting to know more students and I’m getting to know them on a much more personal level than is possible in a typical classroom setting. I typically teach all “first-grade” students (the first of the three high-school grades—those I call “senior girls” are actually referred to as “third-grade students” here) and this lets me get to know the older girls, too!
I feel like a mom bragging about her kids, but I want to offer you a glimpse of what I am working with every day. With their permission, I would like to share some insights into the world—through the inspired eyes of my Miyagi First girls. I have corrected these answers and essays and walked through the changes with those that wrote them, but I want to share with you their words before I edited them...not to highlight the trivial mistakes, but to emphasize their remarkable strengths—I want you to read the integrity of their words and know that they were written without any influence or modifications from me. I hope these words will touch your heart the way they touch mine.
How important is your nationality to your sense of identity?
From the eyes and heart of Chihana, Age 17
When I am in Japan, I don’t feel importance of my nationality in my sense of identity. But once I go out of Japan, my nationality means a lot to myself because I would be asked my opinions as a opinion of Japanese in general. And sometimes I appreciate my nationality when I come to have unique point of view of my own, which is fostered in my experience in Japan. This is when I strongly feel importance of my nationality in my sense of identity.
Do you think that the rising rate of divorce is a problem?
From the eyes and heart of Chinami, Age 17
I think the rising rate of divorce is not much a problem, because I would prefer someone to get divorced than to suffer from conflict and problems such as domestic violence. However, a couple with their kids should be more careful about divorce, because I think single-parented family are more likely to face financial problems and the biggest reason is that children may blame themselves by their parents get divorced or feel to be abandoned when they are left by their parent.
How do you think countries could work together to end war?
From the eyes and heart of Haruka, Age 16
One idea is that the countries all over the world don’t have any force. If all countries didn’t have any weapons and army, it would be hard to cause war. The other is that all countries have kindness. They should think not only their benefit, but also the world profit and peace people have to be kind and not to be selfish in order to live happy lives. We can apply this to relation among the countries.
I enjoy all the students I have been working with, but Haruna came to me for help months ago and I work with her the most often, so I take special joy in watching her progress in her writing. She always has a creative approach to everything she does and I love her wit, admire her dedication, and appreciate my time with her immensely. She wrote an opinion essay on prepared food sold at convenience stores and whether such options were beneficial or harmful for society.
From the eyes and heart of Haruna, Age 17
Nowadays, there are a lot of convenience stores, and we prepared food has become easier to buy in Japan. I believe this change has improved the way people live. It helps the people who can’t cook by themselves, enable us to buy breakfast, lunch, and supper at once when we are very busy, allows us to eat hot food out.
First, prepared food helps the people who can’t make them own food by themselves such as old people, children, and injured people. There are many old people in Japan. And many old people live by themselves. It is hard for them to cook every day. When they couldn’t buy prepared food, they should have cooked by themselves every day, but now they can buy dishes at convenience stores whenever they want to eat food. Also it is useful for injured people to buy prepared food easily. If we break arm bones, we can’t cut, boiled, fry something to eat, so we needed to be helped by someone to live. But now we can eat by ourselves when we break arm bones because we can buy prepared food near by our houses. It is very useful for us.
Second, the change enables workers to have dishes when they are busy. When there were no store which sells prepared food, workers had to make lunch box or go to restaurants to have lunch no matter how they are busy. However, nowadays they can buy prepared food at supermarkets, convenience stores or stations and so on. The change allows them to have more time to work or rest.
Last, the change allows us to have hot food outside. Lunch box, which we make in the morning, always can’t keep hot. So we eat old lunch if there is no microwave. However, stores which sell prepared foods change our food lives.
They have microwaves to warm foods, so we can warm prepared food which we buy at the store. And they also sell some hot food such as oden, fried chicken, French fry or steamed bun. If we are cold in winter, we can be warm for eating hot food.
In conclusion, the change has improved the way people live. It enables the people who can’t make dishes to have food without cooking, permit us to buy food at once no matter how we are busy, allows us to have hot food out.
What more can I say?! I love my life!
Wait. I can’t leave my first-grade girls out of this...In a recent lesson with my students, we talked about “hobbies” and at one point in the lesson, everyone answered several questions about their hobbies and then we them presented to the class. The answers were fantastic. Most students took the assignment very seriously and wrote about musical instruments they have been practicing since childhood, sports they’ve played competitively, and skills they have developed for years. Somehow, I always seem to enjoy the goofy answers most though. I like it when my students play in English, does that make sense? An outgoing, hip-hop dancer named Sena wrote that her hobby was watching guys and Madoka, the darling that slipped me a note while I was sick a few weeks ago, anwered the following way:
What are you hobbies?
My hobby is sleeping.
How long have you been doing it?
I have been doing it since I was born.
Tell me something about it.
Well, you go to sleep and enter dream world.
Why do you like it?
I feel good when I sleep, but my teachers wake me up.
Do you think other people should do it, and why?
Yes, everybody should sleep! But not in class because it makes teachers mad and then they wake you up.
Have I mentioned recently that I love my life? :-D
Happy Halloween!
It doesn’t feel like Halloween to me today! I guess that’s normal when living abroad, for once-celebrated holidays to blend with every other day of the year. I actually forgot it was Halloween until a Japanese guy at church (who lived in the States for a while) approached me and cheered, “Happy Halloween!” It isn’t as if I’ve completely gone without celebrating though. I did have a Halloween party last week with Language club and I made little holiday treat bags for my coworkers and Language club members! Still, this has been anything but a typical holiday season for me.
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| With two girls from Language Club! We did all sorts of Halloween activities, including trick-or-treating, playing games, and telling scary stories! |
What's more surprising to me than the fact that it’s Halloween is that it’s seriously the last day of October. November starts tomorrow?! But...but...I’m not ready for winter! I have a little heater called a “stove” that I plug into the wall and fill with kerosene for warmth. It doesn’t turn off automatically though so I have to unplug it while I'm asleep or at work. I'm not used to this way of staying warm! I also have to turn on a water heater and wait several minutes anytime I want warm water... This afternoon I even refilled my kerosene tank with more oil from a huge plastic jug that I refill at the local convenient store! Ha ha is this real life? Oh yes, yes it is. And I LOVE it! I unpacked my winter gear and I’m definitely prepared for winter, I’m just not ready for it. I swear the discrepancy there makes sense in my mind somehow...
Anyway, work has been busier than ever and at least I have my adorable students to distract me from the cold (there is no heating in the schools, either). Work has been so busy because the senior girls have entrance exams coming up that they must pass in order to get into college and I’ve been helping them study. In these entrance exams, they will have to read, analyze, and write essays in English, as well as participate in an interview conducted entirely in English. It’s a pretty intense process and they are all super nervous. I come in early, stay late, and have literally been booked through my lunch periods, prep periods, and sometimes in between classes because I have been meeting with the senior girls and helping them prepare. I conduct mock interviews, edit mock essays, correct pronunciation and grammar, and most importantly, build confidence. These girls are amazing, really. I am so impressed by their creativity, their intelligence, and their dedication.
This has also been really fun for me because I’m getting to know more students and I’m getting to know them on a much more personal level than is possible in a typical classroom setting. I typically teach all “first-grade” students (the first of the three high-school grades—those I call “senior girls” are actually referred to as “third-grade students” here) and this lets me get to know the older girls, too!
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| With some of my third-grade girls before temperatures plummeted...! |
I feel like a mom bragging about her kids, but I want to offer you a glimpse of what I am working with every day. With their permission, I would like to share some insights into the world—through the inspired eyes of my Miyagi First girls. I have corrected these answers and essays and walked through the changes with those that wrote them, but I want to share with you their words before I edited them...not to highlight the trivial mistakes, but to emphasize their remarkable strengths—I want you to read the integrity of their words and know that they were written without any influence or modifications from me. I hope these words will touch your heart the way they touch mine.
How important is your nationality to your sense of identity?
From the eyes and heart of Chihana, Age 17
When I am in Japan, I don’t feel importance of my nationality in my sense of identity. But once I go out of Japan, my nationality means a lot to myself because I would be asked my opinions as a opinion of Japanese in general. And sometimes I appreciate my nationality when I come to have unique point of view of my own, which is fostered in my experience in Japan. This is when I strongly feel importance of my nationality in my sense of identity.
Do you think that the rising rate of divorce is a problem?
From the eyes and heart of Chinami, Age 17
I think the rising rate of divorce is not much a problem, because I would prefer someone to get divorced than to suffer from conflict and problems such as domestic violence. However, a couple with their kids should be more careful about divorce, because I think single-parented family are more likely to face financial problems and the biggest reason is that children may blame themselves by their parents get divorced or feel to be abandoned when they are left by their parent.
How do you think countries could work together to end war?
From the eyes and heart of Haruka, Age 16
One idea is that the countries all over the world don’t have any force. If all countries didn’t have any weapons and army, it would be hard to cause war. The other is that all countries have kindness. They should think not only their benefit, but also the world profit and peace people have to be kind and not to be selfish in order to live happy lives. We can apply this to relation among the countries.
I enjoy all the students I have been working with, but Haruna came to me for help months ago and I work with her the most often, so I take special joy in watching her progress in her writing. She always has a creative approach to everything she does and I love her wit, admire her dedication, and appreciate my time with her immensely. She wrote an opinion essay on prepared food sold at convenience stores and whether such options were beneficial or harmful for society.
From the eyes and heart of Haruna, Age 17
Nowadays, there are a lot of convenience stores, and we prepared food has become easier to buy in Japan. I believe this change has improved the way people live. It helps the people who can’t cook by themselves, enable us to buy breakfast, lunch, and supper at once when we are very busy, allows us to eat hot food out.
First, prepared food helps the people who can’t make them own food by themselves such as old people, children, and injured people. There are many old people in Japan. And many old people live by themselves. It is hard for them to cook every day. When they couldn’t buy prepared food, they should have cooked by themselves every day, but now they can buy dishes at convenience stores whenever they want to eat food. Also it is useful for injured people to buy prepared food easily. If we break arm bones, we can’t cut, boiled, fry something to eat, so we needed to be helped by someone to live. But now we can eat by ourselves when we break arm bones because we can buy prepared food near by our houses. It is very useful for us.
Second, the change enables workers to have dishes when they are busy. When there were no store which sells prepared food, workers had to make lunch box or go to restaurants to have lunch no matter how they are busy. However, nowadays they can buy prepared food at supermarkets, convenience stores or stations and so on. The change allows them to have more time to work or rest.
Last, the change allows us to have hot food outside. Lunch box, which we make in the morning, always can’t keep hot. So we eat old lunch if there is no microwave. However, stores which sell prepared foods change our food lives.
They have microwaves to warm foods, so we can warm prepared food which we buy at the store. And they also sell some hot food such as oden, fried chicken, French fry or steamed bun. If we are cold in winter, we can be warm for eating hot food.
In conclusion, the change has improved the way people live. It enables the people who can’t make dishes to have food without cooking, permit us to buy food at once no matter how we are busy, allows us to have hot food out.
What more can I say?! I love my life!
Wait. I can’t leave my first-grade girls out of this...In a recent lesson with my students, we talked about “hobbies” and at one point in the lesson, everyone answered several questions about their hobbies and then we them presented to the class. The answers were fantastic. Most students took the assignment very seriously and wrote about musical instruments they have been practicing since childhood, sports they’ve played competitively, and skills they have developed for years. Somehow, I always seem to enjoy the goofy answers most though. I like it when my students play in English, does that make sense? An outgoing, hip-hop dancer named Sena wrote that her hobby was watching guys and Madoka, the darling that slipped me a note while I was sick a few weeks ago, anwered the following way:
What are you hobbies?
My hobby is sleeping.
How long have you been doing it?
I have been doing it since I was born.
Tell me something about it.
Well, you go to sleep and enter dream world.
Why do you like it?
I feel good when I sleep, but my teachers wake me up.
Do you think other people should do it, and why?
Yes, everybody should sleep! But not in class because it makes teachers mad and then they wake you up.
Have I mentioned recently that I love my life? :-D
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| My beautiful first-graders! Sena is on the right (the "guy-watcher" ha ha) and is, by the way, a lefty...just like me! YES! |
Friday, October 22, 2010
when in oguni...do as the ogunians do!
Friday, October 22, 2010
I really thought regularly maintaining a blog would be rather easy, but I have failed miserably. Sorry about that. I guess the good news is that I haven’t been writing about my experiences because I’ve been so busy, well, experiencing them. Really though, it’s time for an update!
Well folks, summer is officially over. I added two layers of stockings, an undershirt under my undershirt, and gloves to my work outfit this morning and finally figured out how to turn on my heater when I got home tonight. Wait a minute—wasn’t I looking forward to fall? I couldn’t possibly have overlooked an entire season! The leaves are still green and it’s still October! Uh oh. If these temperatures are any indication as to what the approaching “cold” season will be like then, ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to announce that I won’t make it back to you next spring. I’m going to turn into an American-popsicle and freeze to death in Sendai...not to be dramatic or anything. :-)
Anyway, the day after my last entry, I took off to spend a few days in Tokyo. Interestingly, I didn’t realize until I was on my way out that six months to the day had passed since my arrival in Japan. How fitting that I spent my halfway-mark returning to where I started here six incredible months ago. Of course, the city felt quite different to me on my last visit than it during my daunting first few days here. I traveled alone again with the same pink-and-black backpack strapped around my shoulders, but I didn’t feel anything like the girl that was there last spring. I calmly and easily navigated the same subway systems that literally brought frightened tears to my eyes the first time I saw them. I comfortably and peacefully wandered around the city visiting the LDS temple, running into friends (and in a city of 13 million people, that is pretty cool), exploring new Tokyo districts, and spending my early mornings writing and reading in a lovely park near the temple. I reflected quite a bit on my time here and while I would love to share some of those thoughts, I would not make it on to any more updates if I allowed myself to get started there. Maybe another time!
I came back to Sendai refreshed and ready for another week of work. Unfortunately, my body decided to betray me and I got a terrible cold that didn’t go away for almost two weeks. Coughing and being congested is never fun, but there are few things more detrimental to one’s ability to teach than a scratchy throat that is ready to burst into a coughing fit at the first attempt to speak. I armed myself with cough drops, tissues, and enough honey to satisfy Winnie the Pooh, and went about my lessons. Much to my dismay, my sore throat only increased though and by the end of the week, I had almost lost my voice entirely. I forced out a sound that slightly resembled a human voice and did my best—I had teachers offering to take over my classes and take me to the doctor. They are so darling! Of course, I assured them that I was fine, but I appreciated their sincere offers. Still, the most touching responses were from my students. They were so patient with my attempts to teach audibly and after class one day, one of my girls slipped me a little note covered in red hearts and smiley faces. “Kari-sensei,” she wrote, “Please take care of yourself. I want to listen to your beautiful voice!” Ha ha ha, I know. Pretty stinkin’ cute!
Luckily, I was back to perfect health in time to visit Oguni, Yamagata for a music festival held a couple weeks ago. Tyla lives there and her friend Yas organized a huge two-day concert in the mountains, so several people gathered at her place for the weekend. Sarah, Tauna, Tyla, and I haven’t been together at the same time since last March and so we were all REALLY excited for this weekend. I was expecting a fun getaway with my girlfriends but ended up having so much more fun that I could have ever anticipated. It was an amazing weekend!
Tyla has often told me about her “small village town” and I know she hasn’t been exaggerating, but still, it was hard to picture the lifestyle she described in a small, remote Japanese town while I am living in a large city, one of the central hubs of Eastern Japan. As I stepped off the train and into Oguni’s only train station, I instantly fell in love with the charming little place. A sweet man at the train station couldn’t accept the “big city” train pass I use to get around everywhere in Sendai and I could almost hear the eyes stretching and jaws dropping around me as people jerked their attention toward the tall, foreign girl speaking English in the corner. There aren’t many foreigners in Sendai and I’m used to small children gawking at my white-girl-ness everywhere I go, but this was a room of adult men and women. What could have possibly made me more conspicuous? Tyla running into the station and chatting with me, of course! We jumped in her car and the expressions were priceless as the two blonde girls walked around speaking English and towering over everyone!
We headed straight to one of Tyla’s schools, where they were holding a Kendo match! Kendo is a form of Japanese martial arts and is more or less based ancient sword fighting, but with sticks. It was really cool. We met the town officials and school board members and had the Japanese paparazzi photographing us throughout the entire match...ha ha ha. Afterward, they had us pose with all the Kendo students for some group shots and then we were invited over to the community center for a little post-match party. There was SO much food! And liquor...lots of liquor. Japanese people are incredibly friendly, but also extremely shy, if that makes any sense at all. They are very hospitable and kind, but at quite an emotional distance. As we all know though, alcohol has a...unique...way of obliterating such reservations. As the hours passed, the people became louder, friendlier, and more hilarious. One of the directors of the Board of Education kept giving us hugs and tried teaching us “magic tricks.” We ate ridiculous amounts of food; some of it was rather sketchy (and not in a good “sketch-mex” kind of way), but most of it was delicious.
We spent the rest of the weekend exploring Oguni, catching up with each other, and jamming to every minute of the two-night concert. Wow. Japanese people get crazy ha ha ha! I don’t even know where to begin describing the events of those two nights. It was kind of like a combining a Sugarhouse drum-circle with a reggae concert, rave party, and the Japanese version of Westminster College’s student body. Oh yes, it was that good. :-) It was pouring rain most of the time but they covered the area next to the stage and it all just seemed to add to the atmosphere of our crazy hippie party in the mountains of Oguni.
The nights were kind of a blur of dancing, eating, and rocking out with total strangers that became instant friends. Still, I remember that at one point I ended up on stage, dancing with one of the DJs, Tyla broke up a fist fight between a couple men, and our friend Will stepped into a drum-circle jam session and taught a Japanese girl how to play the Didgeridoo. :-) The first night was really Westernized and pretty much felt like clubbing on a mountain, but the second night was very earthy--mostly drums, chants, and all that marvelous hippie stuff he he.
Unfortunately, the weekend soon came to an end and we all had to head back our separate ways. I love Sendai, but I was a little sad to leave that lovely town. Luckily, we took some time to plan future trips together though and I’m really excited! I’m going to spend winter vacation traveling with Chuma and then we (Sarah, Tyla, Tauna, and me) are going to get together again on December 31 to celebrate the New Year together in Tokyo. We’ll stay there for a few days, hit up Tokyo Disneyland, and then Tyla and I are going to attend a Sumo match! YES!
I can’t even process that it’s already been two weeks since my Oguni trip! Summarizing the latter half of this month will have to wait for another post though. I have to run some errands and catch up on some side-work; plus I realized that I haven’t even posted pictures online from this summer yet and, as we established, summer is OVER. I need to get on the ball! I’ll write more soon—seriously this time...!
All my love <3
P.S. Happy Birthday Emerson Romney Parkin! xxx
I really thought regularly maintaining a blog would be rather easy, but I have failed miserably. Sorry about that. I guess the good news is that I haven’t been writing about my experiences because I’ve been so busy, well, experiencing them. Really though, it’s time for an update!
Well folks, summer is officially over. I added two layers of stockings, an undershirt under my undershirt, and gloves to my work outfit this morning and finally figured out how to turn on my heater when I got home tonight. Wait a minute—wasn’t I looking forward to fall? I couldn’t possibly have overlooked an entire season! The leaves are still green and it’s still October! Uh oh. If these temperatures are any indication as to what the approaching “cold” season will be like then, ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to announce that I won’t make it back to you next spring. I’m going to turn into an American-popsicle and freeze to death in Sendai...not to be dramatic or anything. :-)
Anyway, the day after my last entry, I took off to spend a few days in Tokyo. Interestingly, I didn’t realize until I was on my way out that six months to the day had passed since my arrival in Japan. How fitting that I spent my halfway-mark returning to where I started here six incredible months ago. Of course, the city felt quite different to me on my last visit than it during my daunting first few days here. I traveled alone again with the same pink-and-black backpack strapped around my shoulders, but I didn’t feel anything like the girl that was there last spring. I calmly and easily navigated the same subway systems that literally brought frightened tears to my eyes the first time I saw them. I comfortably and peacefully wandered around the city visiting the LDS temple, running into friends (and in a city of 13 million people, that is pretty cool), exploring new Tokyo districts, and spending my early mornings writing and reading in a lovely park near the temple. I reflected quite a bit on my time here and while I would love to share some of those thoughts, I would not make it on to any more updates if I allowed myself to get started there. Maybe another time!
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| My favorite place to spend early mornings in Tokyo. |
I came back to Sendai refreshed and ready for another week of work. Unfortunately, my body decided to betray me and I got a terrible cold that didn’t go away for almost two weeks. Coughing and being congested is never fun, but there are few things more detrimental to one’s ability to teach than a scratchy throat that is ready to burst into a coughing fit at the first attempt to speak. I armed myself with cough drops, tissues, and enough honey to satisfy Winnie the Pooh, and went about my lessons. Much to my dismay, my sore throat only increased though and by the end of the week, I had almost lost my voice entirely. I forced out a sound that slightly resembled a human voice and did my best—I had teachers offering to take over my classes and take me to the doctor. They are so darling! Of course, I assured them that I was fine, but I appreciated their sincere offers. Still, the most touching responses were from my students. They were so patient with my attempts to teach audibly and after class one day, one of my girls slipped me a little note covered in red hearts and smiley faces. “Kari-sensei,” she wrote, “Please take care of yourself. I want to listen to your beautiful voice!” Ha ha ha, I know. Pretty stinkin’ cute!
Luckily, I was back to perfect health in time to visit Oguni, Yamagata for a music festival held a couple weeks ago. Tyla lives there and her friend Yas organized a huge two-day concert in the mountains, so several people gathered at her place for the weekend. Sarah, Tauna, Tyla, and I haven’t been together at the same time since last March and so we were all REALLY excited for this weekend. I was expecting a fun getaway with my girlfriends but ended up having so much more fun that I could have ever anticipated. It was an amazing weekend!
Tyla has often told me about her “small village town” and I know she hasn’t been exaggerating, but still, it was hard to picture the lifestyle she described in a small, remote Japanese town while I am living in a large city, one of the central hubs of Eastern Japan. As I stepped off the train and into Oguni’s only train station, I instantly fell in love with the charming little place. A sweet man at the train station couldn’t accept the “big city” train pass I use to get around everywhere in Sendai and I could almost hear the eyes stretching and jaws dropping around me as people jerked their attention toward the tall, foreign girl speaking English in the corner. There aren’t many foreigners in Sendai and I’m used to small children gawking at my white-girl-ness everywhere I go, but this was a room of adult men and women. What could have possibly made me more conspicuous? Tyla running into the station and chatting with me, of course! We jumped in her car and the expressions were priceless as the two blonde girls walked around speaking English and towering over everyone!
We headed straight to one of Tyla’s schools, where they were holding a Kendo match! Kendo is a form of Japanese martial arts and is more or less based ancient sword fighting, but with sticks. It was really cool. We met the town officials and school board members and had the Japanese paparazzi photographing us throughout the entire match...ha ha ha. Afterward, they had us pose with all the Kendo students for some group shots and then we were invited over to the community center for a little post-match party. There was SO much food! And liquor...lots of liquor. Japanese people are incredibly friendly, but also extremely shy, if that makes any sense at all. They are very hospitable and kind, but at quite an emotional distance. As we all know though, alcohol has a...unique...way of obliterating such reservations. As the hours passed, the people became louder, friendlier, and more hilarious. One of the directors of the Board of Education kept giving us hugs and tried teaching us “magic tricks.” We ate ridiculous amounts of food; some of it was rather sketchy (and not in a good “sketch-mex” kind of way), but most of it was delicious.
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| At some point the dinner led to arm-wrestling matches with the locals. This guy ripped off his shirt and challenged us. Chuma took him on and almost won! |
We spent the rest of the weekend exploring Oguni, catching up with each other, and jamming to every minute of the two-night concert. Wow. Japanese people get crazy ha ha ha! I don’t even know where to begin describing the events of those two nights. It was kind of like a combining a Sugarhouse drum-circle with a reggae concert, rave party, and the Japanese version of Westminster College’s student body. Oh yes, it was that good. :-) It was pouring rain most of the time but they covered the area next to the stage and it all just seemed to add to the atmosphere of our crazy hippie party in the mountains of Oguni.
The nights were kind of a blur of dancing, eating, and rocking out with total strangers that became instant friends. Still, I remember that at one point I ended up on stage, dancing with one of the DJs, Tyla broke up a fist fight between a couple men, and our friend Will stepped into a drum-circle jam session and taught a Japanese girl how to play the Didgeridoo. :-) The first night was really Westernized and pretty much felt like clubbing on a mountain, but the second night was very earthy--mostly drums, chants, and all that marvelous hippie stuff he he.
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| During Rabi Rabi's performance--absolutely the favorite group of the weekend. |
Unfortunately, the weekend soon came to an end and we all had to head back our separate ways. I love Sendai, but I was a little sad to leave that lovely town. Luckily, we took some time to plan future trips together though and I’m really excited! I’m going to spend winter vacation traveling with Chuma and then we (Sarah, Tyla, Tauna, and me) are going to get together again on December 31 to celebrate the New Year together in Tokyo. We’ll stay there for a few days, hit up Tokyo Disneyland, and then Tyla and I are going to attend a Sumo match! YES!
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| The Fantastic Four - reunited again! |
I can’t even process that it’s already been two weeks since my Oguni trip! Summarizing the latter half of this month will have to wait for another post though. I have to run some errands and catch up on some side-work; plus I realized that I haven’t even posted pictures online from this summer yet and, as we established, summer is OVER. I need to get on the ball! I’ll write more soon—seriously this time...!
All my love <3
P.S. Happy Birthday Emerson Romney Parkin! xxx
Monday, September 27, 2010
a little tuesday-morning mayhem
September 21, 2010
I overslept this morning. I keep my laptop set to Utah-time but my iPod and cell phone set to Japan-time. This is never a problem, except that anytime after I charge my iPod, I have to remember to set it back to Japan-time, since I use my iPod as my alarm clock. Apparently, I forgot to change the time zone last night... Luckily, I naturally wake early now and so I still had time to get ready, study, and head out the door unfrazzled. In fact, I left my apartment earlier than usual and headed off to the train station!
By the way, I mentioned in my last post that I moved to be closer to my main school, Miyagi First. However, not everyone may remember that one day a week, I work at a special-needs school called Nishitaga Shien and my daily commute on Tuesdays is now close to four hours... wahoo! This long commute involves hopping on a train, transferring to a subway, eventually switching to a bus, and then walking to my school. I leave extra room in my commute for all the different systems to overlap in case one is running earlier or later than usual and have never had a problem...until today.
I savored the extra time I gave myself at the train station by starting a new book while I waited. I saw a train pull up a couple minutes earlier than normal and hopped on, glad that I had given myself extra time. However, once the train lurched forward, I realized, much to my horror, that the train was heading away from the subway station...I had boarded the wrong train! I began to panic—a little—but also couldn’t help but smile at my negligence. I knew that I would be able to make up the lost time by getting off at the next stop and waiting for the right train to pass by there on its way to my usual pick-up station. Since there was only one track, I knew that the right train couldn’t have gone without me, so I stepped off a few minutes later, waited again, and calmly went back to my reading...
Sure enough, the correct train stopped by and I was on my way to the subway station without delay. There, I entered the station and hurried to my usual platform...just as the subway was leaving... My heart almost sank, but I knew that panicking on the platform wouldn’t do any good, so I quickly scanned the surrounding platforms and found one that I thought made a stop at my destination along its way. I raced up and then down a couple flights of stairs to the next platform and hopped on before it pulled away; I asked a woman next to me if the subway was heading to “Nagamachi” and she nodded. (I didn’t want to board the wrong train twice in one morning!) Phew! This morning kept trying to be a disaster, but I smiled and offered a quiet prayer of thanks that the obstacles were quickly working themselves out.
I got of the subway and ran down the street to my bus stop. Just before I reached the crosswalk, the light changed and I had to wait anxiously to cross the busy intersection. Helplessly, I watched my bus pull up to my stop as I waited just across the road... I groaned but quickly assured myself that another bus would come soon. I knew there were several buses running the same route in the early mornings, still had 45 minutes before I needed to be at work, and was determined not to become so easily discouraged.
Another bus came but after checking with a woman at the stop, I learned that it was not the right bus. Not a problem, Karianne. Your bus will come. Another bus did come, but the woman shook her head at me and motioned for me to stay put. It’s ok, I still have 40 minutes...good thing I brought my book! A few minutes later, a third bus approached us, she smiled and nodded and I eagerly hopped on.
I always ask someone to confirm that the bus I am about to board is actually headed for where I want to go because I cannot read Kanji and even if I have waited at the same bus stop at the same time heading for the same place, I have mistakenly boarded buses that were just minutes ahead or behind schedule and therefore at the right place at the wrong time. I therefore openly trust the word of those around me and so it didn’t even occur to me that I could be accidentally misled to board an incorrect bus...until about 10 minutes later...when I recognized nothing around me and really began feeling pretty certain that something was wrong.
Maybe this is just taking a different route, but it will end up at the same stop, I tried telling myself... Several dreadful minutes passed and I became more and more convinced that we were definitely not heading anywhere near where I wanted to go... I walked to the front of the bus at the next stop and asked the bus driver if he was ever going to stop by my stop, praying that he would say yes and dispel my fears.
He said no. Excellent.
I ignored the knot in my stomach and politely asked if he could tell me the general direction I needed to head in to get there. He signaled to the next street and said that there was a bus stop there, where I could change buses and get back on my way. YES! Another almost-mishap that was working itself out this morning! I almost skipped to the next street and felt so much better—until I got to the street...and realized that there was no bus stop...anywhere. Seriously? I laughed out loud at this point. What else could I have done but burst into tears?
Normally by this time, I would be at my desk, granted I always get there about 30 minutes before classes begin, but I have never been this “late” to work...and I was in the middle of a residential neighborhood somewhere in Japan and I was about as sure of where I was in relation to my school as, well, nothing. I wasn’t sure at all about anything other than the glaring fact that I was terribly lost. I began retracing the bus route, looking for someone to ask or some business to enter. Nothing.
My mind raced for options. Call your company and explain the situation. They will be able to help you and be able to notify your school that you are coming. I called the main office twice, my manager twice, and the cell phone number of someone I knew worked in the office just for good measure. No one answered...
I began wondering when one should give up optimism and accept doom when I saw a Japanese woman standing outside her shop and felt restored with hope that she could help me. She didn’t recognize the name of my school, but she was vaguely familiar with the hospital that is right next door. I knew that if I could find the hospital, I could find Nishitaga Shien. She offered me a very detailed explanation of something that I’m sure would have been valuable if I could have understood her, but she gestured several times toward a hill in the opposite direction, so I decided my best bet would be to head that way and hope that I eventually ran into something familiar.
After several minutes of running/walking in the rain, I came across a group of construction workers and repeated the name of the hospital, hoping against hope that they would confirm my earlier instruction. I was almost surprised as they nodded and pointed down the road I was already on and said to just keep going straight. Hopeful that things were finally turning around, I rushed on my way.
Just 15 minutes before the bell, I finally arrived at the end of the road. I could see the hospital and a warm rush of relief flowed through me. Wait...is that...a...river?! A river... Are you kidding me? I stood on the side of the road for a few moments in disbelief at the irony of being within sight of my school, and still having no idea how to get there. There was a freaking river my way!
I was in awe at that point at how many times I had been unintentionally misled in a single morning. I wasn’t sad or angry, just utterly dumbfounded ha ha. Then, I saw a Japanese man walking along the road. Just as I was beginning to ask him for help, my phone rang and a woman from the office said that she got my call and asked if I had found my way to the school yet. I explained where I was and handed the phone to the man so that she could explain the situation in Japanese. A minute later, he handed me my phone and dashed away. I stood in confusion for a few moments until I saw him returning...in his car! He motioned for me to get inside and I hopped in faster than a child being offered car-full of candy; I felt pretty sure that somewhere in that whole “avoiding strangers” lesson as a child that there had to be an exception for times you were on the other side of the world and completely lost and had 10 minutes to get to first period...
The man explained to me in broken English that he recognized me because his daughter goes to Miyagi First (where I usually teach) and he had seen me at some school events! I couldn’t believe it! He knew how to get to Nishitaga Shien from where we were and quickly winded through the roads and over a bridge toward the other side of the bank. We pulled up to my school and I could have fallen to the ground in tears of gratitude...and may have, had I had the extra minutes to spare. I repeated my thanks to him incessantly in Japanese and English, and retreated as quickly as I could into the school while bowing and thanking and skittering away. I bolted up the stairs, dropped off my bags, grabbed my books, and darted to my classroom.
Upon arrival, the Japanese teacher told me that she had decided last-minute to change the lesson and asked if I could please discard my lesson plans and teach something new. I almost erupted into laughter but really, nothing could have surprised me at that point and I was so beyond any ability to be affected by chaotic twists in my plans, that I smiled and assured her it would be no trouble at all. I would just have to run back to my desk and pull out an entire lesson plan from the air and be back in a few minutes...which I did. The hour passed painlessly, all my morning mishaps quickly faded into nothing more than distant blurs, and my day proceeded splendidly.
On my way back to the teacher’s room at the end of the day, I heard someone playing a guitar in a classroom down the hall and poked my head in to listen. It was Haruka—one of my darling high-school boys! He loves the guitar and I try to incorporate some sort of music application into every lesson with him, but I have never had the chance to hear him play. I was thrilled! I asked if I could listen to him practice and he readily agreed, playing an original song that he has been perfecting for the school’s festival next week. Haruka cannot walk or sit up on his own, but he can play the guitar despite minor deformities in his arms and hands and his limited range of motion. Even with all these obstacles, Haruka absolutely loves the guitar and his face illuminated once he began strumming the strings. I listened, enraptured by his performance and clapped vigorously in approval at the end. I left the room in awe of his example and felt overwhelmed with joy and gratitude for my life and for my day.
My way home included several more little miracles and I realized all over again at how significant the little things can be. I got on the right bus back to the subway station and decided to enter a little shop I had never noticed before. There, I found lots of fresh fruit and vegetables and purchased my first Japanese pear! Then, as I was about to enter the train station, I was stopped by an eager teenage boy who radiated with joy as he rattled off the standard English greetings he had evidently studied in school. My heart was so touched by his openness.
I want my students to have the confidence to approach foreigners and speak in English, so it always makes me extra happy when I get stopped this way. I heard the subway approaching the station but realized all over again what mattered to me and what didn’t...and with this little boy trying so hard to practice his English before me, I didn’t care one bit about whether or not I missed my train. There would be more trains, but there would not be more opportunities to encourage this youth to continue his English study and to connect with a fellow human being. Soon, he exhausted his English vocabulary and we went on about our different ways. He was beaming and I could have danced up the stairs.
By the time I got home that evening, I had run through the events of the day several times in my mind and I was amazed all over again at how much could have really gone wrong and at how many times I could have been completely defeated, letting frustration take control...but then how many of my little miracles may I have overlooked or brushed off in unnecessary distemper?
Holy cow, I can’t believe how lucky I am. I am so thankful that everything went wrong this morning because it deepened my love even more for this country and the people around me and taught me a valuable lesson to be more aware of my surroundings and schedule. I feel blessed that I had wiggle-room in my commute and will be more cautious next week as I make the same trek to school. This morning I was in a constant battle with myself to keep negatives thoughts from consuming me (I guess we all fight this battle every day)...but this morning I didn’t give in... I’m so grateful for that. I know there will be times that my emotions will get the best of me and I will be feeling too sorry for myself to see the blessings around me, but oh, I hope those moments are few and that they pass quickly. I don’t want to waste a minute wallowing in selfish misery... What good does it possibly do me?
I overslept this morning. I keep my laptop set to Utah-time but my iPod and cell phone set to Japan-time. This is never a problem, except that anytime after I charge my iPod, I have to remember to set it back to Japan-time, since I use my iPod as my alarm clock. Apparently, I forgot to change the time zone last night... Luckily, I naturally wake early now and so I still had time to get ready, study, and head out the door unfrazzled. In fact, I left my apartment earlier than usual and headed off to the train station!
By the way, I mentioned in my last post that I moved to be closer to my main school, Miyagi First. However, not everyone may remember that one day a week, I work at a special-needs school called Nishitaga Shien and my daily commute on Tuesdays is now close to four hours... wahoo! This long commute involves hopping on a train, transferring to a subway, eventually switching to a bus, and then walking to my school. I leave extra room in my commute for all the different systems to overlap in case one is running earlier or later than usual and have never had a problem...until today.
I savored the extra time I gave myself at the train station by starting a new book while I waited. I saw a train pull up a couple minutes earlier than normal and hopped on, glad that I had given myself extra time. However, once the train lurched forward, I realized, much to my horror, that the train was heading away from the subway station...I had boarded the wrong train! I began to panic—a little—but also couldn’t help but smile at my negligence. I knew that I would be able to make up the lost time by getting off at the next stop and waiting for the right train to pass by there on its way to my usual pick-up station. Since there was only one track, I knew that the right train couldn’t have gone without me, so I stepped off a few minutes later, waited again, and calmly went back to my reading...
Sure enough, the correct train stopped by and I was on my way to the subway station without delay. There, I entered the station and hurried to my usual platform...just as the subway was leaving... My heart almost sank, but I knew that panicking on the platform wouldn’t do any good, so I quickly scanned the surrounding platforms and found one that I thought made a stop at my destination along its way. I raced up and then down a couple flights of stairs to the next platform and hopped on before it pulled away; I asked a woman next to me if the subway was heading to “Nagamachi” and she nodded. (I didn’t want to board the wrong train twice in one morning!) Phew! This morning kept trying to be a disaster, but I smiled and offered a quiet prayer of thanks that the obstacles were quickly working themselves out.
I got of the subway and ran down the street to my bus stop. Just before I reached the crosswalk, the light changed and I had to wait anxiously to cross the busy intersection. Helplessly, I watched my bus pull up to my stop as I waited just across the road... I groaned but quickly assured myself that another bus would come soon. I knew there were several buses running the same route in the early mornings, still had 45 minutes before I needed to be at work, and was determined not to become so easily discouraged.
Another bus came but after checking with a woman at the stop, I learned that it was not the right bus. Not a problem, Karianne. Your bus will come. Another bus did come, but the woman shook her head at me and motioned for me to stay put. It’s ok, I still have 40 minutes...good thing I brought my book! A few minutes later, a third bus approached us, she smiled and nodded and I eagerly hopped on.
I always ask someone to confirm that the bus I am about to board is actually headed for where I want to go because I cannot read Kanji and even if I have waited at the same bus stop at the same time heading for the same place, I have mistakenly boarded buses that were just minutes ahead or behind schedule and therefore at the right place at the wrong time. I therefore openly trust the word of those around me and so it didn’t even occur to me that I could be accidentally misled to board an incorrect bus...until about 10 minutes later...when I recognized nothing around me and really began feeling pretty certain that something was wrong.
Maybe this is just taking a different route, but it will end up at the same stop, I tried telling myself... Several dreadful minutes passed and I became more and more convinced that we were definitely not heading anywhere near where I wanted to go... I walked to the front of the bus at the next stop and asked the bus driver if he was ever going to stop by my stop, praying that he would say yes and dispel my fears.
He said no. Excellent.
I ignored the knot in my stomach and politely asked if he could tell me the general direction I needed to head in to get there. He signaled to the next street and said that there was a bus stop there, where I could change buses and get back on my way. YES! Another almost-mishap that was working itself out this morning! I almost skipped to the next street and felt so much better—until I got to the street...and realized that there was no bus stop...anywhere. Seriously? I laughed out loud at this point. What else could I have done but burst into tears?
Normally by this time, I would be at my desk, granted I always get there about 30 minutes before classes begin, but I have never been this “late” to work...and I was in the middle of a residential neighborhood somewhere in Japan and I was about as sure of where I was in relation to my school as, well, nothing. I wasn’t sure at all about anything other than the glaring fact that I was terribly lost. I began retracing the bus route, looking for someone to ask or some business to enter. Nothing.
My mind raced for options. Call your company and explain the situation. They will be able to help you and be able to notify your school that you are coming. I called the main office twice, my manager twice, and the cell phone number of someone I knew worked in the office just for good measure. No one answered...
I began wondering when one should give up optimism and accept doom when I saw a Japanese woman standing outside her shop and felt restored with hope that she could help me. She didn’t recognize the name of my school, but she was vaguely familiar with the hospital that is right next door. I knew that if I could find the hospital, I could find Nishitaga Shien. She offered me a very detailed explanation of something that I’m sure would have been valuable if I could have understood her, but she gestured several times toward a hill in the opposite direction, so I decided my best bet would be to head that way and hope that I eventually ran into something familiar.
After several minutes of running/walking in the rain, I came across a group of construction workers and repeated the name of the hospital, hoping against hope that they would confirm my earlier instruction. I was almost surprised as they nodded and pointed down the road I was already on and said to just keep going straight. Hopeful that things were finally turning around, I rushed on my way.
Just 15 minutes before the bell, I finally arrived at the end of the road. I could see the hospital and a warm rush of relief flowed through me. Wait...is that...a...river?! A river... Are you kidding me? I stood on the side of the road for a few moments in disbelief at the irony of being within sight of my school, and still having no idea how to get there. There was a freaking river my way!
I was in awe at that point at how many times I had been unintentionally misled in a single morning. I wasn’t sad or angry, just utterly dumbfounded ha ha. Then, I saw a Japanese man walking along the road. Just as I was beginning to ask him for help, my phone rang and a woman from the office said that she got my call and asked if I had found my way to the school yet. I explained where I was and handed the phone to the man so that she could explain the situation in Japanese. A minute later, he handed me my phone and dashed away. I stood in confusion for a few moments until I saw him returning...in his car! He motioned for me to get inside and I hopped in faster than a child being offered car-full of candy; I felt pretty sure that somewhere in that whole “avoiding strangers” lesson as a child that there had to be an exception for times you were on the other side of the world and completely lost and had 10 minutes to get to first period...
The man explained to me in broken English that he recognized me because his daughter goes to Miyagi First (where I usually teach) and he had seen me at some school events! I couldn’t believe it! He knew how to get to Nishitaga Shien from where we were and quickly winded through the roads and over a bridge toward the other side of the bank. We pulled up to my school and I could have fallen to the ground in tears of gratitude...and may have, had I had the extra minutes to spare. I repeated my thanks to him incessantly in Japanese and English, and retreated as quickly as I could into the school while bowing and thanking and skittering away. I bolted up the stairs, dropped off my bags, grabbed my books, and darted to my classroom.
Upon arrival, the Japanese teacher told me that she had decided last-minute to change the lesson and asked if I could please discard my lesson plans and teach something new. I almost erupted into laughter but really, nothing could have surprised me at that point and I was so beyond any ability to be affected by chaotic twists in my plans, that I smiled and assured her it would be no trouble at all. I would just have to run back to my desk and pull out an entire lesson plan from the air and be back in a few minutes...which I did. The hour passed painlessly, all my morning mishaps quickly faded into nothing more than distant blurs, and my day proceeded splendidly.
On my way back to the teacher’s room at the end of the day, I heard someone playing a guitar in a classroom down the hall and poked my head in to listen. It was Haruka—one of my darling high-school boys! He loves the guitar and I try to incorporate some sort of music application into every lesson with him, but I have never had the chance to hear him play. I was thrilled! I asked if I could listen to him practice and he readily agreed, playing an original song that he has been perfecting for the school’s festival next week. Haruka cannot walk or sit up on his own, but he can play the guitar despite minor deformities in his arms and hands and his limited range of motion. Even with all these obstacles, Haruka absolutely loves the guitar and his face illuminated once he began strumming the strings. I listened, enraptured by his performance and clapped vigorously in approval at the end. I left the room in awe of his example and felt overwhelmed with joy and gratitude for my life and for my day.
My way home included several more little miracles and I realized all over again at how significant the little things can be. I got on the right bus back to the subway station and decided to enter a little shop I had never noticed before. There, I found lots of fresh fruit and vegetables and purchased my first Japanese pear! Then, as I was about to enter the train station, I was stopped by an eager teenage boy who radiated with joy as he rattled off the standard English greetings he had evidently studied in school. My heart was so touched by his openness.
I want my students to have the confidence to approach foreigners and speak in English, so it always makes me extra happy when I get stopped this way. I heard the subway approaching the station but realized all over again what mattered to me and what didn’t...and with this little boy trying so hard to practice his English before me, I didn’t care one bit about whether or not I missed my train. There would be more trains, but there would not be more opportunities to encourage this youth to continue his English study and to connect with a fellow human being. Soon, he exhausted his English vocabulary and we went on about our different ways. He was beaming and I could have danced up the stairs.
By the time I got home that evening, I had run through the events of the day several times in my mind and I was amazed all over again at how much could have really gone wrong and at how many times I could have been completely defeated, letting frustration take control...but then how many of my little miracles may I have overlooked or brushed off in unnecessary distemper?
Holy cow, I can’t believe how lucky I am. I am so thankful that everything went wrong this morning because it deepened my love even more for this country and the people around me and taught me a valuable lesson to be more aware of my surroundings and schedule. I feel blessed that I had wiggle-room in my commute and will be more cautious next week as I make the same trek to school. This morning I was in a constant battle with myself to keep negatives thoughts from consuming me (I guess we all fight this battle every day)...but this morning I didn’t give in... I’m so grateful for that. I know there will be times that my emotions will get the best of me and I will be feeling too sorry for myself to see the blessings around me, but oh, I hope those moments are few and that they pass quickly. I don’t want to waste a minute wallowing in selfish misery... What good does it possibly do me?
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| Haruka-kun :-) |
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
some like it hot
Monday September 6, 2010
Autumn is almost upon us! While time seems to be fleeting faster than I would like, I am very excited to experience fall in Sendai. Sendai is noted as one of the “greenest cities” in Japan and so I’m hoping that it becomes one of the "'reddest,' ‘orangest,’ and ‘goldest’ cities” as well! Also, maybe the season change will bring more comfortable temperatures for this American girl. I love it hot, but Humidity and I are not the closest of friends, and since I know Humidity isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, I will settle for milder temperatures to increase my comfort level to some degree.
The sun rises around 4:30 in the morning here and so by the time I’m heading off to Miyagi First High School on my bike a few hours later, it’s already pretty warm outside, usually around 85°. Consequently, I arrive with my blood already pumping and then proceed to work in a building brimming with occupants, ever-increasing temperatures, and zero air-conditioning. The inside of the school is considerably hotter and more stagnant that the outside air (105° or more on a mild day), but I’ve found various methods to keep myself from melting (including stashing mini-ice packs against me while sitting at my desk and regularly enjoying some ice cream at lunch time). However, it isn’t until my trek back home that I really start to get uncomfortable these days.
I suppose it would help to stop and clarify here that I have moved and am now living in a lovely apartment nearer to Miyagi First. The downside? This cozy little abode happens to be perched atop a ridiculous hill…and I mean hill. The entire neighborhood is rather hilly, actually, and so I can count on having to trudge my bike up some slope somewhere no matter where I’m going or where I’ve been. I love it once I’m home, but I sort of curse myself for moving here each time I’m pushing my bike up a hill I can no longer bike with beads of sweat trickling down the lines of my body.
Once I get through my door, I’m tugging impatiently at my clothes because I can’t stand to be in them even one more uncomfortably humid second. Ha ha maybe I shouldn’t admit all this, but as we have already established, I was basically created without much propriety and, in all fairness, I guess all readers here were warned upon being welcomed to my blog that it would be uncensored...
Anyway, I hate feeling like I’m marinating in my business clothes and so I’ve adjusted to cooling off however I can—and in the privacy of my air-conditioned apartment (thank goodness for air conditioning!), that means removing every single layer as quickly as I can! I actually giggled a little to myself the other day as I was trekking up my hill in a silk blouse, pearls, and heels, when I realized that the same thought that motivates me to get up that hill every afternoon has got to be the same mantra every groom repeats to himself to endure each painful wedding reception hour, “Just a little longer until the clothes come off; just a little longer until the clothes come off!” ha ha, dear poor groom: I know exactly what you mean...
Still, I would always rather be uncomfortably warm than uncomfortably cold and I’m hoping that these hotter-than-normal temperatures continue for the rest of my time in Japan because if fall and winter are warmer than usual, there is a chance that I’ll survive until next spring! This spring was so cold I was legitimately concerned that I was going to turn into a human popsicle…so I’m crossing my fingers for a mild winter this time around!
Regardless of the heat, things are as busy and wonderful as ever here in Sendai. Last weekend was my school’s bunka sai, or culture festival, and it was an absolute blast. My darling students never cease to amaze me and I want to post pictures from the festival, as well as some of my new home! I will make time to update soon, but in the meantime, I should probably just throw on some clothes and go make dinner.
Thank you for reading!
Autumn is almost upon us! While time seems to be fleeting faster than I would like, I am very excited to experience fall in Sendai. Sendai is noted as one of the “greenest cities” in Japan and so I’m hoping that it becomes one of the "'reddest,' ‘orangest,’ and ‘goldest’ cities” as well! Also, maybe the season change will bring more comfortable temperatures for this American girl. I love it hot, but Humidity and I are not the closest of friends, and since I know Humidity isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, I will settle for milder temperatures to increase my comfort level to some degree.
The sun rises around 4:30 in the morning here and so by the time I’m heading off to Miyagi First High School on my bike a few hours later, it’s already pretty warm outside, usually around 85°. Consequently, I arrive with my blood already pumping and then proceed to work in a building brimming with occupants, ever-increasing temperatures, and zero air-conditioning. The inside of the school is considerably hotter and more stagnant that the outside air (105° or more on a mild day), but I’ve found various methods to keep myself from melting (including stashing mini-ice packs against me while sitting at my desk and regularly enjoying some ice cream at lunch time). However, it isn’t until my trek back home that I really start to get uncomfortable these days.
I suppose it would help to stop and clarify here that I have moved and am now living in a lovely apartment nearer to Miyagi First. The downside? This cozy little abode happens to be perched atop a ridiculous hill…and I mean hill. The entire neighborhood is rather hilly, actually, and so I can count on having to trudge my bike up some slope somewhere no matter where I’m going or where I’ve been. I love it once I’m home, but I sort of curse myself for moving here each time I’m pushing my bike up a hill I can no longer bike with beads of sweat trickling down the lines of my body.
Once I get through my door, I’m tugging impatiently at my clothes because I can’t stand to be in them even one more uncomfortably humid second. Ha ha maybe I shouldn’t admit all this, but as we have already established, I was basically created without much propriety and, in all fairness, I guess all readers here were warned upon being welcomed to my blog that it would be uncensored...
Anyway, I hate feeling like I’m marinating in my business clothes and so I’ve adjusted to cooling off however I can—and in the privacy of my air-conditioned apartment (thank goodness for air conditioning!), that means removing every single layer as quickly as I can! I actually giggled a little to myself the other day as I was trekking up my hill in a silk blouse, pearls, and heels, when I realized that the same thought that motivates me to get up that hill every afternoon has got to be the same mantra every groom repeats to himself to endure each painful wedding reception hour, “Just a little longer until the clothes come off; just a little longer until the clothes come off!” ha ha, dear poor groom: I know exactly what you mean...
Still, I would always rather be uncomfortably warm than uncomfortably cold and I’m hoping that these hotter-than-normal temperatures continue for the rest of my time in Japan because if fall and winter are warmer than usual, there is a chance that I’ll survive until next spring! This spring was so cold I was legitimately concerned that I was going to turn into a human popsicle…so I’m crossing my fingers for a mild winter this time around!
Regardless of the heat, things are as busy and wonderful as ever here in Sendai. Last weekend was my school’s bunka sai, or culture festival, and it was an absolute blast. My darling students never cease to amaze me and I want to post pictures from the festival, as well as some of my new home! I will make time to update soon, but in the meantime, I should probably just throw on some clothes and go make dinner.
Thank you for reading!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
stella
Wednesday August 18, 2010
I can’t believe I’m finishing off my last week of summer vacation; school begins again bright and early Monday morning! It’s been a pleasant month of incredible sights, tender experiences, and cherished companions, but I am excited to see my students and coworkers again! My first week back is definitely going to keep me busy though—I have a few hours of private English lessons after work on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings, then Thursday I have Language Club with my students (he he), and after work on Friday, I’m moving!
I would proudly announce the new location of my soon-to-be-home, but I’m still not sure where that will be. I have narrowed it down to two apartments, but haven’t made a final decision yet. Either way, my contract is up here at the Guesthouse on the 27th of this month, so I will be moving out here on Friday night and settling into my new place on Saturday! Then on Sunday, I am giving a talk in Sacrament Meeting and then teaching the Gospel Doctrine lesson in Sunday School—then it is back to work on Monday morning! Needless to say, I have a lot of lesson-planning to accomplish in the next several days! It’s a good thing I like to keep busy, huh? :-) I should probably start packing, too...
Anyway, there are a lot of emotions and thoughts stewing in my head and heart right now (my last journal entry was 35 pages...!), but I keep thinking of a particular experience that I want to share and I’m not even sure why. It was meaningful to me, but to be honest, I feel a little childish in sharing it. Ha ha oh well, I promised to offer my experiences openly, so you are!
Well, I was biking home like usual, when I decided to stop by a local supermarket to pick up some groceries. As I neared the store, I noticed a butterfly that had landed on my shoulder, but I’m not sure how long "she" had been there. (Non-gender-specific pronouns have always seemed so impersonal to me, so I deemed this little creature a she. lol) I began walking into the store but was afraid that she would get trapped inside, so I shrugged a bit in an attempt to gently coax her away, but she didn’t budge. I waited a few moments and decided to snap a picture of her. Even with the camera right next to her, she didn’t flinch, so I decided to walk into the store. I meandered through the aisles, checking my shoulder periodically, and sure enough, she stayed there the entire time.
I don’t know why it comforted me, but I smiled each time I looked down and saw this little butterfly perched peacefully on my sleeve. I decided to call her Stella. :-) I purchased my groceries, walked outside the store, and hopped back on my bike, certain that she would flutter away once I began moving and bumping along the road to get back home. Much to my surprise, I pulled up to my apartment and there she was, still resting on my shoulder, it almost as though she had been guiding me home. Once I arrived back at my building, my friend approached me and it wasn’t until he did so that she finally flew off.
I have never seen a butterfly behave that way—it was the strangest thing—but there was something so serenely delicate about it somehow. To look down and see something so small and fragile so close to me, completely unthreatened by me, almost as though this tiny creature was protecting me somehow...it was beautiful.
Anyway, that’s a really random experience, but it just impressed me and made me aware all over again about the precious daily miracles that surround all of us. I have often been teased that I am like a butterfly in a meadow, constantly "fluttering around to see all the different flowers everywhere," but I guess I’m ok with being that way. I know I want to see everything and experience everything, but how could I not when there is so much beauty and mystery around me? Sometimes I wonder if we are ever really aware of how blessed we are to be alive. Do we ever really understand the gift of every, every moment? I suppose it’s due in part to recent tendernesses that have surrounded me—whether in the form of paper cranes or butterfly wings, but I hope to pay more attention to the fragile things...the delicate miracles...because they truly are remarkable.
I can’t believe I’m finishing off my last week of summer vacation; school begins again bright and early Monday morning! It’s been a pleasant month of incredible sights, tender experiences, and cherished companions, but I am excited to see my students and coworkers again! My first week back is definitely going to keep me busy though—I have a few hours of private English lessons after work on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings, then Thursday I have Language Club with my students (he he), and after work on Friday, I’m moving!
I would proudly announce the new location of my soon-to-be-home, but I’m still not sure where that will be. I have narrowed it down to two apartments, but haven’t made a final decision yet. Either way, my contract is up here at the Guesthouse on the 27th of this month, so I will be moving out here on Friday night and settling into my new place on Saturday! Then on Sunday, I am giving a talk in Sacrament Meeting and then teaching the Gospel Doctrine lesson in Sunday School—then it is back to work on Monday morning! Needless to say, I have a lot of lesson-planning to accomplish in the next several days! It’s a good thing I like to keep busy, huh? :-) I should probably start packing, too...
Anyway, there are a lot of emotions and thoughts stewing in my head and heart right now (my last journal entry was 35 pages...!), but I keep thinking of a particular experience that I want to share and I’m not even sure why. It was meaningful to me, but to be honest, I feel a little childish in sharing it. Ha ha oh well, I promised to offer my experiences openly, so you are!
Well, I was biking home like usual, when I decided to stop by a local supermarket to pick up some groceries. As I neared the store, I noticed a butterfly that had landed on my shoulder, but I’m not sure how long "she" had been there. (Non-gender-specific pronouns have always seemed so impersonal to me, so I deemed this little creature a she. lol) I began walking into the store but was afraid that she would get trapped inside, so I shrugged a bit in an attempt to gently coax her away, but she didn’t budge. I waited a few moments and decided to snap a picture of her. Even with the camera right next to her, she didn’t flinch, so I decided to walk into the store. I meandered through the aisles, checking my shoulder periodically, and sure enough, she stayed there the entire time.
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| Outside the store |
I have never seen a butterfly behave that way—it was the strangest thing—but there was something so serenely delicate about it somehow. To look down and see something so small and fragile so close to me, completely unthreatened by me, almost as though this tiny creature was protecting me somehow...it was beautiful.
Anyway, that’s a really random experience, but it just impressed me and made me aware all over again about the precious daily miracles that surround all of us. I have often been teased that I am like a butterfly in a meadow, constantly "fluttering around to see all the different flowers everywhere," but I guess I’m ok with being that way. I know I want to see everything and experience everything, but how could I not when there is so much beauty and mystery around me? Sometimes I wonder if we are ever really aware of how blessed we are to be alive. Do we ever really understand the gift of every, every moment? I suppose it’s due in part to recent tendernesses that have surrounded me—whether in the form of paper cranes or butterfly wings, but I hope to pay more attention to the fragile things...the delicate miracles...because they truly are remarkable.
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