Apparently people read my blog. Who would have thunk it? Sunk it? Picked a pickled plum and dunked it? I get zero comments on my blog and I have no feasible way of measuring traffic so I just assumed nobody cares. As such, I’ve been writing this with an audience of two in mind; my best friend and my mum. Now, it can be hard to balance the kind of deviant humour that will entertain your mate with the kind of wholesome family entertainment that won’t upset your mum, but I like to think I pull it off better than a cuckold in a blood frenzy.... I’ll let you think about that one or a moment.
Got it? Right, good let’s move on. I’d hate to have to stop and start for every little implication I make. So where were we? Oh yeah. My life. Don’t worry, it’s a short piece. You know how you can kind of sense things coming in your life, big events. Certain elements keep cropping up in my life again and again. I keep getting ideas for writing, so I know that’s going to explode big time soon, and people keep talking about Japanese girlfriends. Either its middle aged teachers and barmaids asking me if I have one and giving surprised car impressions when I say I haven’t or it’s my friends talking about efforts to go out and meet someone. I feel like something is going to happen in that department soon. In the meantime, they have a nice selection of porn, right next to the comic books and city maps at the convenience store over the road. Ain’t that nice?.... Hi, Mum!
I’m back at my not so good school now. It wasn’t actually that bad today. I have fallen into a bit of a routine with the guy teacher. It’s no bad thing. his lessons maybe straight out of the book but he now makes the effort to ask me questions about myself and my life relating to the material. It gives me a little bit of a chance to expand. The woman still isn’t good though. The kids have tests this week so we had this cool self study session where I could wander in and out of every class room in the school saying “Hi” to people and making sure the kids do stuff. But I kept hearing muted whispers of my name as I went in and out of each room and seeing all the teachers, it just reminded me how good all the non-English teachers are at that school. Leaving really will be a double edged sword. The kids are getting better too. They are great at my other school, but with this one being smaller I get to know them a little better and they are braver. In class today, the teacher was criticising me for having a cereal for breakfast and this girl in the front row gave me this mock-evil glare as if to say “How dare you eat something not Japanese, Mr. Rowe!”. I wish I wasn’t so surprised then I could have responded better but it was so good to see the kids willing to play around with me like that. Their confidence really has come along.
