It's Thursday, July 4, 1991 - Happy birthday USA! Ashley is coming over tonight, so maybe she can blow out the birthday candle.
Still... I have to get rid of Junko first. She spent the night - again - and man am I tired.
This time when we get up at 6:30AM, I manage to have a shower by myself and get dressed with out her attacking me for more sex. She doesn't look tired, so I assume she's sleeping during the day when she knows I am teaching at school.
Since she has so-far taken a weeks 'vacation' from university to stalk me, I'm assuming she's .parked somewhere outside my school - Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School) here in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan.
I kiss Junko good bye--which has her starting to unbuckle my belt--and push her out the door. I told her I am busy tonight - so maybe we could take a rest?
She stares at me for a few seconds, and while looking me straight in the eye says she will see me later.
No kidding. I have no idea what that really means, but I assume it's more stalking and another night without sleep. I have no idea how many days its been since I slept. I'm on automatic pilot.
As such, I suddenly wake up and I'm at school with no knowledge how I rode my bicycle there.
I think the school knows something is up, and rather than let me relax, gives me four classes to teach--one with Numanoi-sensei who doesn't understand the term 'wander'... which by the way is an anagram (mixed up letters) of my name. I nearly lose my temper over such a stupid thing.
When I play Word Scramble with Shibata-sensei's kids I give out Canadian dimes (10 cents) as prizes.
Hmmm... after giving out pennies yesterday and dimes today, I wonder if I can get reimbursed by the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme for $0.68?
During fourth period - the one period I have no class to teach - I pass out at my desk in the teacher's lounge. When I have wake up, I'm in a pool of my own drool. Sexy it is not.
After school, and after English Club, I talk with one 15-year-old for about 20 minutes. He's a Hanshin Tiger's baseball fan--too bad they are currently 20-1/2 games out of first. We also talk about - conversationally - women, sex and adult videos - and says he really likes me for being honest. I have always thought that if someone here in Japan can ask me a question in English - no mater how potentially embarrassing it might be - I will answer it.
When I'm about to leave, I shake hands with Shibata-sensei and notice he's too lazy to remove his cigarette from his grip and instead shakes with his left hand. He sees me glance out the teacher's lounge window and casually asks if I am looking for Junko.
I seem confused I'm sure - and asks me if I want Junko to continue following me around.
How the heck does he know this? So I ask him.
Apparently I talked in my sleep - and drooled. He was the only person in the room at that time and just my luck, the only person who could have understood the mumblings of a very tired native English speaker.
I don't know how to answer his question - but instead sit back down and tell him what's been going on.
Apparently everyone (teachers) here at school know of my relationship with Junko - they just didn't know about the stalking. As well... since she was only supposed to be interning for a week here at this school, people at her university became alarmed when she didn't show up for school when she was supposed to... so they contacted the Ohtawara Board of Education (OBOE) - my office, who then contacted Ohtawara Chi Gakko - who informed them that she might have fallen in love with me - as it was obvious from my exhausted demeanor and body scent that I was still seeing her.
She really did smell - different. Whatever she was wearing as a body spray (aside from myself) was driving me mad with lust - clouding my judgement... okay, no it wasn't... but when I have a gorgeous babe taking off her clothes and ripping mine off, I don't think rationally owing to a lack of bloodflow to the brain.
He repeats again: "Do you want Junko to continue following you around?"
Thinking about how I have Ashley coming over tonight before I leave for a teaching class... I could use the sleep when I got home... or Junko....
Dammit!
Since I don't have a bloodflow problem right now - just severe exhaustion and dehydration, I quietly say: "No... I've tried to break things off with her last week - but she's either crazy in love with me or just crazy."
He goes over to the telephone beside the principal at the front of the teacher's lounge, says something quickly to the principal, who looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, and then makes a phone call.
I swear it was not more than two sentences and 15 seconds, and then he hung up.
We walks over in his floppy indoor slippers, lights up another cigarette and blows it in my face, placing his right hand (with the cigarette) on my left shoulder and says: "It's done."
What's done?
"It's done. Go home. I'll see you in September when school starts again. Enjoy your trip to Thailand."
And with that he turned and shuffled off. Perhaps when I go to Thailand I'll buy him some decent slippers.
I'll continue this day 24 hours from now.
Somewhere 'it's done'?
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by AC/DC: 362436.
PS: Now do you see how everybody knows what it is I'm doing and who I'm doing? It's not just Junko stalking me - it's all of Japan!
Still... I have to get rid of Junko first. She spent the night - again - and man am I tired.
This time when we get up at 6:30AM, I manage to have a shower by myself and get dressed with out her attacking me for more sex. She doesn't look tired, so I assume she's sleeping during the day when she knows I am teaching at school.
Since she has so-far taken a weeks 'vacation' from university to stalk me, I'm assuming she's .parked somewhere outside my school - Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Ohtawara Junior High School) here in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara), Tochigi-ken (Tochigi Prefecture), Japan.
I kiss Junko good bye--which has her starting to unbuckle my belt--and push her out the door. I told her I am busy tonight - so maybe we could take a rest?
She stares at me for a few seconds, and while looking me straight in the eye says she will see me later.
No kidding. I have no idea what that really means, but I assume it's more stalking and another night without sleep. I have no idea how many days its been since I slept. I'm on automatic pilot.
As such, I suddenly wake up and I'm at school with no knowledge how I rode my bicycle there.
I think the school knows something is up, and rather than let me relax, gives me four classes to teach--one with Numanoi-sensei who doesn't understand the term 'wander'... which by the way is an anagram (mixed up letters) of my name. I nearly lose my temper over such a stupid thing.
When I play Word Scramble with Shibata-sensei's kids I give out Canadian dimes (10 cents) as prizes.
Hmmm... after giving out pennies yesterday and dimes today, I wonder if I can get reimbursed by the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme for $0.68?
During fourth period - the one period I have no class to teach - I pass out at my desk in the teacher's lounge. When I have wake up, I'm in a pool of my own drool. Sexy it is not.
After school, and after English Club, I talk with one 15-year-old for about 20 minutes. He's a Hanshin Tiger's baseball fan--too bad they are currently 20-1/2 games out of first. We also talk about - conversationally - women, sex and adult videos - and says he really likes me for being honest. I have always thought that if someone here in Japan can ask me a question in English - no mater how potentially embarrassing it might be - I will answer it.
When I'm about to leave, I shake hands with Shibata-sensei and notice he's too lazy to remove his cigarette from his grip and instead shakes with his left hand. He sees me glance out the teacher's lounge window and casually asks if I am looking for Junko.
I seem confused I'm sure - and asks me if I want Junko to continue following me around.
How the heck does he know this? So I ask him.
Apparently I talked in my sleep - and drooled. He was the only person in the room at that time and just my luck, the only person who could have understood the mumblings of a very tired native English speaker.
I don't know how to answer his question - but instead sit back down and tell him what's been going on.
Apparently everyone (teachers) here at school know of my relationship with Junko - they just didn't know about the stalking. As well... since she was only supposed to be interning for a week here at this school, people at her university became alarmed when she didn't show up for school when she was supposed to... so they contacted the Ohtawara Board of Education (OBOE) - my office, who then contacted Ohtawara Chi Gakko - who informed them that she might have fallen in love with me - as it was obvious from my exhausted demeanor and body scent that I was still seeing her.
She really did smell - different. Whatever she was wearing as a body spray (aside from myself) was driving me mad with lust - clouding my judgement... okay, no it wasn't... but when I have a gorgeous babe taking off her clothes and ripping mine off, I don't think rationally owing to a lack of bloodflow to the brain.
He repeats again: "Do you want Junko to continue following you around?"
Thinking about how I have Ashley coming over tonight before I leave for a teaching class... I could use the sleep when I got home... or Junko....
Dammit!
Since I don't have a bloodflow problem right now - just severe exhaustion and dehydration, I quietly say: "No... I've tried to break things off with her last week - but she's either crazy in love with me or just crazy."
He goes over to the telephone beside the principal at the front of the teacher's lounge, says something quickly to the principal, who looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, and then makes a phone call.
I swear it was not more than two sentences and 15 seconds, and then he hung up.
We walks over in his floppy indoor slippers, lights up another cigarette and blows it in my face, placing his right hand (with the cigarette) on my left shoulder and says: "It's done."
What's done?
"It's done. Go home. I'll see you in September when school starts again. Enjoy your trip to Thailand."
And with that he turned and shuffled off. Perhaps when I go to Thailand I'll buy him some decent slippers.
I'll continue this day 24 hours from now.
Somewhere 'it's done'?
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by AC/DC: 362436.
PS: Now do you see how everybody knows what it is I'm doing and who I'm doing? It's not just Junko stalking me - it's all of Japan!
