It's Monday June 24, 1991 and I'm at Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School) in my city of Ohtawara in Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture). I'm an assistant English teacher on the Japan Exchange & Teaching Programme, having arrived in Japan back in late July 1990.
I am so freaking tired.
Not only has it been a whirlwind past few weeks involving the break-up of myself an my girlfriend Ashley Benning, but I've had a week-long fling with a Japanese university student named Junko who turned out to be a tad possessive and who stalked me down to Tokyo Disneyland this past weekend. I had to pretend to be bisexual - which turned her off. Women - have been causing me to drink more than a healthy dose or seven of alcohol, and I'm really quite stressed about the fairer sex. While I still have a smile on my face every day, the smile is strained, as I am not feeling as chipper as I did when I first arrived here almost a year ago.
I'm also not sleeping much. I did have a dream about Ashley last night, though - extra horny.
It felt real - like she wanted me back as much as I wanted her back. I could feel her breath, her lips, the wetness of my tongue on her cherry red ni-... well... you know what a sex dream is.
When I awoke at 6:30AM, I cracked my neck seven places to the right and two places to the left - and felt better for having done it.
At school, I played baseball with the students and learned from the teachers that the Special Education kids are setting up an aquarium.
I love fish. (Here in 2011, I've been killing fish for 42 years).
This is the only junior high school in Ohtawara-shi (of seven in total) that actually has a specific separate teaching arrangement for these mentally-challenged kids. The other schools - they tend to make then stay in the regular classes - which may be good for their self-esteem, but the school work is far above their capabilities.
Anyhow... for some reason I ask if I can buy these kids at Wakakusa the goldfish for their new aquarium.
The teachers say yes.
Looking back (in 2011)... I'm unsure WHY I did this - except to thank them for letting me hang out and eat lunch with them at lunch... but perhaps it would have been better if these kids got to pick out their own fish. It never entered my mind back in 1991.
After four classes, I go home - driven by Tomoura-sensei (teacher) - the head English teacher and good friend. Despite being mentally, physically and emotionally tired, I ride my bicycle out to Nakada's pet shop and buy seven goldfish - one for each kid, plus one for my own aquarium at home. I put all of the goldfish into my own aquarium until tomorrow morning when I will head back to Wakakusa.
At home, I talk with Mari Ann about my upcoming trip to stay with her a night before we are to go and get our work Visas and check out a party at the Canadian Embassy in Tokyo. I also talk with Ashley about a dinner date with her tomorrow. I am pretty excited about it!
I head out to my night school conversational class and try to teach them the concept of time - it proves to be rather difficult.
I go home and watch a few videos. The telephone rings - I pick it up, but there's no answer on the other end. But I do hear quiet breathing.
Somewhere not seeing the signs,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by: the Five Man Electrical Band, a 1970s rock group from the Canadian capital of Ottawa. SIGNS
I am so freaking tired.
Not only has it been a whirlwind past few weeks involving the break-up of myself an my girlfriend Ashley Benning, but I've had a week-long fling with a Japanese university student named Junko who turned out to be a tad possessive and who stalked me down to Tokyo Disneyland this past weekend. I had to pretend to be bisexual - which turned her off. Women - have been causing me to drink more than a healthy dose or seven of alcohol, and I'm really quite stressed about the fairer sex. While I still have a smile on my face every day, the smile is strained, as I am not feeling as chipper as I did when I first arrived here almost a year ago.
I'm also not sleeping much. I did have a dream about Ashley last night, though - extra horny.
It felt real - like she wanted me back as much as I wanted her back. I could feel her breath, her lips, the wetness of my tongue on her cherry red ni-... well... you know what a sex dream is.
When I awoke at 6:30AM, I cracked my neck seven places to the right and two places to the left - and felt better for having done it.
At school, I played baseball with the students and learned from the teachers that the Special Education kids are setting up an aquarium.
I love fish. (Here in 2011, I've been killing fish for 42 years).
This is the only junior high school in Ohtawara-shi (of seven in total) that actually has a specific separate teaching arrangement for these mentally-challenged kids. The other schools - they tend to make then stay in the regular classes - which may be good for their self-esteem, but the school work is far above their capabilities.
Anyhow... for some reason I ask if I can buy these kids at Wakakusa the goldfish for their new aquarium.
The teachers say yes.
Looking back (in 2011)... I'm unsure WHY I did this - except to thank them for letting me hang out and eat lunch with them at lunch... but perhaps it would have been better if these kids got to pick out their own fish. It never entered my mind back in 1991.
After four classes, I go home - driven by Tomoura-sensei (teacher) - the head English teacher and good friend. Despite being mentally, physically and emotionally tired, I ride my bicycle out to Nakada's pet shop and buy seven goldfish - one for each kid, plus one for my own aquarium at home. I put all of the goldfish into my own aquarium until tomorrow morning when I will head back to Wakakusa.
At home, I talk with Mari Ann about my upcoming trip to stay with her a night before we are to go and get our work Visas and check out a party at the Canadian Embassy in Tokyo. I also talk with Ashley about a dinner date with her tomorrow. I am pretty excited about it!
I head out to my night school conversational class and try to teach them the concept of time - it proves to be rather difficult.
I go home and watch a few videos. The telephone rings - I pick it up, but there's no answer on the other end. But I do hear quiet breathing.
Somewhere not seeing the signs,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by: the Five Man Electrical Band, a 1970s rock group from the Canadian capital of Ottawa. SIGNS
