What will it be?

A drawing by Yoshinori Takata and myself.
This was from a listening activity using comparatives.

In November, my supervisor at the BOE handed me my re-contracting forms and asked me if I would like to stay and teach another year.
Even prior to being officially offered another contract, a third year teaching in Oshima is something that has been weighing heavily upon my mind. I told my supervisor I would need time to think it over because I really wasn't sure at the moment if a third year is something I would be interested in doing. My supervisor understood and told me that he would need my final decision by February 1st.

With only a few days left until my decision needs to be made it came as no surprise to me that today after class my supervisor brought up the topic of the re-contracting forms. After briefly asking me how my classes had gone today my supervisor points to my re-contracting forms and tells me that if I need a little more time to decide, I can turn in my forms on the following Monday (Feb. 4th). After a moments pause to gather his thoughts he then says in his best English, " In a third year it is your happiness most important. It's your choice. Make your happiness choice". As much as I have heard these sentiments in their varying forms from friends and family it wasn't until I heard my supervisor saying them in his broken English that I really felt the impact of what these words mean.

I'm not sure if I believe in fate, but I'm not sure that I am convinced it  was mere coincidence that today- a day where I left school thinking about how much I love my students, even the trouble maker ones that cause me stress,- of all days would be the day that I would be so clearly directed to make the decision that makes me happiest.
I don't always love living in Japan. And I certainly don't always love living in Oshima. Heck, I don't even always love teaching. But one thing that I do know is that I love my students and I love to see them learning and progressing. It's often the small, nearly missable moments that makes my job feel so rewarding.  Like today when my first and second graders hosted a school fair for the older students. This was a free period, in substitute of a lunch recess, for the students to play fair/festival style games but as I walked through the gaming areas observing my students playing I could catch bits of English floating around: students counting out how many bowling pins had been knocked down, excitement over the prizes they won (cool/cute), and exclamations of "I'm winner".  Other times it is something more obvious that makes me realize how much I love teaching my students.  Many of my junior high school boys hate the fact that they are required to take English. Often when it is time to do speaking activities they will cheat and just show their friends the answer or tell them in Japanese what they are supposed to practice speaking. However, after some one-on-one practice to pronounce and understand the words on their worksheets they are at least a little more eager to try it out/show off to their friends. But the best feeling usually comes after, when in our next class these same boys will timidly raise their hands and ask me to come over and help them understand what a problem is asking instead of just copying off of their friends (or even worse) going to sleep.
Then of course there is also the blatantly obvious that serves as a daily reminder why I tolerate living in rural Oshima. The most egotistically rewarding part of my job, when I see my students reactions as I enter the school and English classroom. After about a year and a half of teaching them I assumed that my original novelty would wear off and that my students would begin to greet me with the standard mumbled "ohayo/konnichiwa" that most teachers receive. But no, everyday without fail my elementary students run through the halls (as fast as it is allowed) shouting, "Keri sensei", rushing to see who will be the first to get to me to say whatever English they can most easily recall that day (good morning, how are you, I'm cold, etc.) Even my most jaded of 3rd year junior high school students when looking up from whatever manga they are reading hidden inside of their English text book will give me a surprised "woah, keri sensei"as I enter the classroom, followed by a very brief smile before going back to their faux studying.  I don't know for certain how much of an affect I have on my students and their motivations to practice English, but I do know they have deeply affected me.

Even now after writing all of this I'm still not 100% sure which choice is the right answer for me. I'm certain that no matter what my final decision will be I will feel some degree of regret to either stay or to leave. Will I love living in Japan another year. Maybe, but maybe not. Will I love living in Oshima another year? Probably not. Will I be happy teaching my students for another year? Maybe not everyday, but there will be those days and those moments that makes the rest of the year and living in Oshima worth it. Is this post saying for certain that I will stay another year? Not at all. From the very first day back in November when I was asked if I would like to stay another year I knew my decision would not be made until the very last day when I draw out my signature and put the little tick next to  the box marked yes or the boxed marked no, and so it will be. I have a lot to think about still and even though I am leaning to stay one final year, I need to make sure that it is my "happiness choice"

Some photos from the school fair today

Prizes that students could win from the fair/gamebooths

Students seeing if they can complete the puzzles in 2 minutes to win a prize

One of the most popular games was this fishing game. There were 10 fishes with a metal paper clip inside them. Students had 1 minute and 30 seconds to catch as many with their fishing pole baited with a small magnet.

Journey to Freedom:my week with ellies (lots of words.lots of photos)

Herein lies the tales of my adventure of spending a week in the relative wilds of Northern Thailand.

Me standing reluctantly close to one of the elephants upon our guides insistence to get closer.
 Clearly I am terrified.

A two hour jostling ride cramped into the back of a pick-up truck is not how many people imagine spending their winter holiday, myself included.
Yet there I was stuffed into the bed of a Toyota Hilux with a sore bum alongside twelve other road weary travelers being informed by our guide that we had another 30 minutes of bum bruising back roads to bounce through before arriving at our destination. That very destination that we would later find out consisted of cold showers, modest lodgings, a lack of electricity, one seriously out of service Western toilet, and a handful of muddy squat toilets to compensate.
What could possibly be the allure that would draw thirteen relative strangers away from the comforts of their everyday lives to spend a week experiencing and participating in what can accurately be called the simple life? Well the answer, much like our accommodations, is simple; the thirteen of us traveled to this back hills village along the Thai-Burmese border to volunteer our time working with  the Northern Karen tribe and their elephants through the program Journey to Freedom.

Journey to Freedom is an ongoing project initiated by the Elephant Nature Park in 2010 that allows elephants owned by the Karen in the north of Thailand to retire from trekking camps and return to living in the jungle near their villages. Here, elephants enjoy a more natural existence and the tradition of Karen people living with and caring for their elephants can be restored.
In response to the ban on logging in 1989, many Karen men left their villages and walked with their elephants to work in one of the many trekking camps that were established and still exist in Northern Thailand. The Karen men often missed their families and old way of life and would return to their villages, leaving their elephants at the camps on lease. These elephants, living among strangers, were often mistreated and the traditional bonds between the Karen and their elephants began to erode.
Journey to Freedom provides volunteers with the opportunity to live with the Karen for a week, learn about their culture, volunteer around the village, and be amongst elephants living in the jungle. Funds generated by this project help support Karen families and their elephants, and also benefit the community in the form of maintaining roads, temples, and bridges, which also includes building amenities such as toilets, a small school, and a clinic.


Day One: Arrival
This day, as hinted at above, was mostly spent traveling from Chiang Mai to the Karen village in the northern province of Mae Sariang, which took about 6.5 hours in total-4.5 by van and 2 by truck. We arrived in the village shortly before 6 and after our arduous adventure our only interests were in getting some food and some sleep. After unloading the trucks of all our provisions for the week, our two guides, Jane and Mix (their nicknames) worked on preparing us a delicious yet modest Thai dinner while we went about preparing our lodgings (making up beds, and setting up mosquito nets). After dinner, while sitting by the fire (it gets surprisingly cold in Northern Thailand at night, my guess is high 50's-low 60's.) a few of the local Karen villagers came to welcome us. Although they didn't speak English, and only a few of them could speak Thai (to be translated by our guides) they enjoyed sitting around the campfire and observing the eclectic  assortment of volunteers (from France, US, Malaysia via Singapore, UK, and Germany ;ordered by representation) which included two girls wearing Santa hats and odd renderings of popular Christmas songs being sung all at once in multiple languages (it was Christmas Eve after all).

Some of the Karen amused at our antics

Day Two and Three: First day with Ellies and a Boxing Day Treat
It was a little surreal to be waking up on Christmas Day feeling all of the giddy excitement of a little kid, but instead of the urge to rush to the Christmas tree and tear open presents my emotions were the result of knowing that today was the day I would get to have my very first encounter with elephants.I don't think I have ever been so excited to NOT celebrate the holidays. The only thing that could (and did) bring me down slightly from my euphoric high was the sight of the accursed trucks from the day before. So my (Christmas) day yet again began  with a bumpy ride, thank goodness it was a very short ride where we then hiked through some fields and across a small stream to meet up with the elephants and their caretakers.

Our village cares for 7 elephants, 3 of which had spent time working for the logging industry before it was banned, 1 who had worked for a trekking camp before Journey to Freedom started and she could come home, and 3 youngsters who had been spared from the harsh lifestyle of a working elephant and hopefully will never be subjected to it. For awhile we had to stay a fair distance away from the elephants, because they aren't used to people other than their mahouts. One thing that is unique to the Elephant Nature Park and Journey to Freedom is that the mahouts do not use any hooks to control the elephants nor do they ride upon the elephants backs (although for one of the younger/rambunctious elephants at the village we were told that the Mahouts do sometimes have to gently tap him on the head with a bamboo stalk. At ENP only positive reinforcement is used with the elephants). However, after sometime we were able to get closer to the elephants (following the mahouts instructions translated to us by our guides) and even touch and feed them fruits that we had brought along from the village! After spending time admiring and taking photos of the elephants it was time to walk them deep into the jungle for them to graze, explore, and bathe a bit in the springs along the trek.

As much as I like to refer to these elephants as being "in the wild", this statement is sadly untrue due to the high rate of deforestation in Thailand. Even though logging was banned in the late  80's there are still illegal logging outfits running in the outskirts of Thailand and the addition of population growth does not make the prospects of a solution to deforestation look any brighter. This being said, while the elephants do have the opportunity to roam free during the day (they have these cute little wooden bells on their necks so the mahouts can find them) they are confined to a small section of the jungle during the evening (when the mahouts return to their home) to prevent the elephants from eating the crops that belong to another nearby village. It was a little disheartening to learn of the reality that actual wild elephants in Thailand are dwindling, but it was also nice to know that through Journey to Freedom these elephants can live a life much closer to their natural lifestyle versus working in Elephants shows or at trekking camps. My current hope is that the King of Thailand will continue to create National forests and nature preserves to protect these animals and their habitat.

The following day, we spent at the village helping out in the small ways that we could. In the morning we went to one of the local primary schools in the main village. Initially, the plan had been to visit a primary/secondary school and assist with teaching some English and entertaining the kids (teaching in Japan has taught me that these two go hand in hand). But, that school was on holiday so instead we went to the primary school and played with the young children (about 4/5 years old, some were younger). One of the volunteers had brought small toys along to give to the children and it was really cute to see their faces light up.
After a little over an hour we walked back to the community where we were staying and prepared some lunch (one of the kind French volunteers even gave me a  really nice bum massage).  Once we had finished our lunch it was on to more toilsome work of peeling corn with the villagers. Some of the corn would be used as feed for their livestock and the rest for making flour. While the work felt a little tedious it was really fun to watch as everyone would freak out about some bug or spider that would come crawling out of the corn husk. I'm pretty sure the villagers thought we were crazy.

One of the friendly Karen villagers I met. His wife thought that I was feeling sick and offered me some strange looking medicine. Our guides explained it was because she thought I wasn't eating enough.

Day Four and Five: More Elephants and a Jungle Trip to a Waterfall
After a day of no elephants we were all excited to hear that the next two days we would be able to head back into the jungle to spend time with our favorite pachyderms. On this particular day we would be traveling by trucks (urrrgh) to a separate village to spend time with their elephants. Thankfully, I was able to snag a seat inside the truck to avoid any major bum bruising that would render my massage from the other day completely pointless. On the 30 minute drive we stopped a few times to collect a small banana tree and some bamboo shoots to bring along with us to feed the elephants. The 2 elephants that belonged to this tribe had both spent a lot of time working at trekking camps (the female) and at an elephant show (male). Which meant that they were very accustomed to humans and thus extremely sweet and docile, this also unfortunately meant that they had been subjected to Phajaan (a brutal elephant training technique) at a young age. Almost all working elephants go through Phajaan, which is one major reason why any informed tourist would/should not finance any attractions that involve elephant rides or elephants doing tricks.
After spending time taking photos with the elephants we then walked with them to the top of a mountain, again, to give them a chance to really stretch their legs, explore, and graze.

The male elephant was so comfortable with people that he was more than content
 being handfed and swiping fruits right out of our hands. Tamara (France)

The following day started out with much of the same but with the elephants back near our village, so I won't talk much about it. But one interesting highlight was that the young rambunctious male elephant charged at one of the young Karen boys. Our guide explained to us that it was because the boy looked different to everyone else (he was shirtless because he had been fishing in one of the streams nearby previously).  After spending a good two hours with the elephants we went on an hour and a half long trek with the Karen to a waterfall hidden away in the jungle. It was an interesting hike because along the way when we would pass through the river some of the Karen villagers would start fishing. While most of the older Karen villagers accompanying us would use the familiar tactic of using a net to catch fish, the two young boys would use these interesting homemade contraptions to do something along the lines of spear fishing.

Subrutai (in red) and Midar.
 Mix threatening to throw poor Suprichai into the waterfall.

Usually, on the sixth day, volunteers would visit the third neighboring village and their elephants before heading to the ENP, but because we were visiting so close to the New Year we had to leave early in the morning to avoid heavy traffic on the way back into Chiang Mai. And, again I was thankfully able to secure a seat inside one of the trucks, so I wouldn't have to spend 2 hours sitting in the back again!  After our 6 hour drive we were rewarded at the Elephant Nature Park with warm showers, proper toilets, and a bed with as decent a mattress you'll find in SE Asia. Maybe a later post will talk more about my day at the ENP, for now I think it is time to wrap this one up..

Although the squat toilets and cold showers were less than ideal, I really enjoyed the time I spent volunteering with the Karen and their elephants. In retrospect, I was a bit surprised that we weren't given more tasks to help out in the village. Other than peeling some corn, a missed opportunity of teaching some English, and walking with elephants and collecting some food we had very little responsibilities. Regardless, I was really pleased with the experience and would really love to go back again sometime. So, if you like adventures,  love elephants, and don't mind spending a week living the simple life,  I highly recommend Journey to Freedom.

Keri

In hindsight-afteruploading photos to this post- I've realized I didn't get any photos of the rambunctious boy elephant. Probably because I was too scared to get anywhere near him. All the other elephants at our main village are females.

L-R Jessica (US via Myannmar) and Thibaut and  Alia (France)

enjoying the fire.

Our guide Mix showing us the art of Zen

blurry photo of Momma and baby sniffing for goodies

Me with Buzo (spelled how it sounds) one of the kind Karen women who liked chatting with me-
she would speak to me in Karen and I in English. Probably on completely different topics.

Suprichai on the left chuckling and snacking with his friend.

Midar and I. She could speak some English.
 I usually started the morning by doing dishes with her, subrutai, and their brothers.

Me with the twin ellie girls (2 years old).  

Where in the world is Keri hints

Hint 2:
This country is home to 1/10 of all animal species, which happens to include one of my favorite animals.

End of fall term and preparations for 冬休み

At the Japanese shrine prayer for nice healthy New Year for everyone.

                                  Probably also praying for it to not be so cold.
                                                       (P.C. Mom)

This past Wednesday I taught my last English class of the fall/winter trimester. In some ways I feel like this trimester has been the most successful yet from my time teaching here. I've been able to implement fun Western/American cultural activities and also participate in Japanese culture activities. Teachers and I are working well together which has me feeling really confident in class. However, I'm also extremely aware that in 3 months the Great Teacher Rotation/Musical Chairs:Teacher Edition will be taking place and therefore can not get too comfortable. The Japanese school system really does likes to keep you on your feet!
One of my favorite class activities that I did this trimester was teaching my students about Halloween and carving a proper American pumpkin in class! It was so cute to see how excited the kids were. They have never carved a pumpkin before let alone actually seen a pumpkin in real life. They were really impressed by the smell of the pumpkin and were in shock when I told them that the pumpkins we were carving would be considered relatively small by American standards of Halloween pumpkins. While we didn't learn/use much English during this class, it was a great way to teach my students a little more about me and to share some of my child hood memories.

The pumpkin that my 1st graders carved.

The pumpkin that my 2nd graders carved.

My most successful English class of this year may have been my last one, this past Wednesday.  In class we were reviewing the names of months and how to say numbers as dates (i.e. first vs. one). In our previous class together we had learned all of the months as well as the dates, and so this class we were just reviewing and applying the vocabulary to class activities to make sure that they retained the information and hopefully have it stored into the student's long-term memory. One of my greatest challenges with teaching this lesson was primarily in the students pronunciation. Many people think that pronunciation is a small/secondary trait in language acquisition. But as I have learned over the past year, if you do not correct them immediately they will continue to pronounce it wrong out of habit until it becomes so ingrained that teaching them the correct pronunciation is almost akin to teaching completely new words. And in some cases, the students cannot recognize the word when it is pronounced properly because they have become accustomed to remembering it with their own pronunciation or the katakana-ized version of English (that damn bastard language that defiles English learning in Japan; more on this in another post).
The problematic words for my students were months ending in ~ber and dates ending in ~th.. Instead of producing the brrrrrr sound my students would respond with a resounding baaaaa (i.e. Novem-ba, Septem-ba). And in the case of the "th" sound initially they would produce a suh sound,. like nineteen-suh and then they moved on to a ts .Nineteen-suh Ninteen-ts. So one of the goals I had set out for this final day of studying dates was to get my students to produce the TH sound. So as we started about with a quick run through of the dates and I made sure to over emphasize the th sound. December nineteenTTTH. To which my students cheerfully responded Decembaa Nineteents. I shake my head and say, listen carefully. NineteenTTTH not Ninteentsss. And I had them try again, to no avail. After a few more failed attempts I decided to switch my tactics and pronunciation a bit to see if it would produce closer results. So instead of emphasizing the (for lack of a better explanation) hissing sort of sound of th I changed it to a TH closer along the lines used when saying, The. And finally my students were able to produce a nineteen-th, twentie-th (they did over emphasize the TH sound, but at least it was a th and not a su or ts., so I can't really complain). Unfortunately, after moving on from review and into classroom application only a few of my students retained the newly learned information of saying TH and not ts or su. Which wasn't helped by the Japanese Homeroom Teacher whispering along fourtien(insert whatever date)-ts whenever the student would give answers during the activities. SMH. I'm still proud of my minor success.

In other news, I am getting ready to go on vacation for my winter break (冬休み）. I thought it might be fun to have a little trivia game for you to guess where I am going (if you don't know already). So throughout my vacation (whenever I have access to a computer or wireless #iphone) I will give you small hints either photos or random clues about my location. If I already told you where I am going don't ruin the fun!



Where in the World is Keri Going?
Hint 1: 
My travel time from Osaka, Japan to my winter vacation location (like that rhyme?) is a total of about 7 hours (not including the about 3 hour transfer wait time in Vietnam).

Updates and Pre-Christmas Fun

Hi guys! I've done and taken my GRE (Graduate Record Examination for those John Darlington's of the world who do not know what this is) and I said that I would write more often, so I am now attempting to make good on that word. My scores turned out pretty good, I wish I had done a bit better on the quantatative section but considering my track record with math, I am fairly satisfied with my score. Writing was on par, which was a relief since I don't usually do particularly well with writing in a limited time frame. But I am a little bummed with the score I got on the verbal section, not that I didn't score above average (because I did- sorry I have to flaunt it a little, primarily because my math score is so NOT above average) but because I scored 1 point (I emphasize, ONE POINT) below the score that is required (in conjunction with uGPA) to receive a 10,000$/yr academic scholarship from one of my top choice schools. And after a bit of thinking, I decided that 10,000$ is a lot of money so it looks like this kid is going to be attempting the GRE again in a couple months to bump that verbal score at least 1 pt. to score some academic $$$. Fingers are crossed (I'm also secretly hoping to get my quant score up as well, but really my primary focus this time around is going to be on verbal).

Anyway, I assumed that after the GRE my life would become a little more settled and that I could get back into blogging again regularly. However, based on the lack of blog posts I think it is safe to assume that you can tell just how busy I have been.

Last year I thought that signing up for a second year would mean that there would be more down time because i had already prepared so many materials for class lessons that I could essentially recycle them; less work and more free time. WRONG-O! This year I have become more acutely aware of ways that I can improve upon my lessons from last year to a) make them more practical/useful for studying English and b) to make them more fun (my students are really receptive on this point). And so now a lot of my down time at the office is used to pour over my old lessons and see what ways I can make them better. Sometimes it is an easy fix, simplify the grammar and make it more interactive, whereas other times it requires completely stripping down the lesson and starting again from the ground up.. As tiring as it can be sometimes, it is always worth it to see the students enjoy the hardwork I've put in and even more exciting when I can really see how much their English is improving (little by little, but still).

Other reasons why this year has been more taxing on my social and blogging life is because I have become a fixture at a lot of the community events around Oshima that are held outside of school hours. For example, the Halloween festivities that I planned during October, community English classes, occasional pen-pal writing activities, and whatever odd festival/event that is held around here that the organizers figure will be more interesting if the token foreigner was there.

The latest community event that I have been asked to be a participant in was Towa's (the town (village/hamlet/small community I live in) Christmas Event. At this event Crystal (the other English teacher in Towa) and I were asked to prepare some Christmas activities and read a Christmas story.   So in preparation I spent the week leading up to the Christmas party building a large scale Rudolph to play pin the nose on the reindeer (complete with magnetic Rudolph noses) and scoring through the few English Christmas books that Yamaguchi City public library had on reserve (I ended up choosing The Polar Express). And Crsytal led a Jingle Bells sing-a-long complete with improvised dance moves.
After our segment was done we got to listen to some Christmas stories told in Japanese and participate in the main event of the Christmas party, Mochi Pounding!!!!

This was the first time I have ever participated in making mochi from pounded rice, so it was really exciting. And since my students were really eager to do all of the pounding, it wasn't too much effort on my part! ;) I did help smashing the mochi up a bit, but the kids definitely did the brunt of the work. My students also taught me how to make kinako by grinding soy beans with an old Japanese style mortar and pestle. It was really cool to spend time with my students and having them teach me things about their culture and me sharing a bit about mine.

I intended to post a bit more, but if I don't post this now I fear it will never get posted. Nearly a week had already passed since I started this post. I may add photos later if I have time. We'll see.

Until Next Time!
Keri

Year 2 Post 1

Hi Guys! Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, although I'm not really sure if anyone takes notice other than my mom and dad. (Thanks Dad for letting me know you miss seeing my blog updates, you've actually inspired me to write this small update)..

Just for the sake of having a picture in this post
Image Courtesy of Google

This post is just a small update on how year 2 has been so far. You can expect (or hope) to get posts of more substance later that will detail what I have been up to. So far Year 2 has been frustrating and confusing, but also really rewarding.
A lot of frustrations come from the fact that there is a second ALT this year who is at the moment splitting all of my schools with me. So we are alternating taking turns visiting all of the 16 elementary and junior high schools on Oshima. Getting used to having another ALT around the office has been an adjustment to say the least. But the truly frustrating part is that we both have very different teaching styles and also just plain personal characteristics, which sometimes clash (i.e. I like to take my time when planning and making decisions because I believe it allows me to assess and evaluate my ideas/thoughts from a variety of angels whereas my new co-worker loves to make impetuous decisions. With her everything must be planned for immediately and she has no patience to compromise).Thankfully, I think we are finally beginning to find a happy medium, we`ll see. It will certainly make life around the office much more bearable.

A lot of my close friends and family know that I went home to Hawaii for just over a week at the end of August. There isn't a whole lot to say about it because I was only there for such a short time. But it was really great to see my family, my Houdini (bunny), and congratulate my best friend in person for her recent engagement!!!
During that short week at home I was able to appreciate all the stupid things I used to take for granted. Which mostly entailed food (easy access to foods that I love to eat, and realizing how much easier it is to be a vegetarian with a varied diet when you can stop by a whole foods on the regular). Seriously, Whole Foods (and other natural food shops) is probably one of the things that I miss the most (on a regular basis) about living in America.

Upon returning to Japan I felt so ready for this year to be over. I couldn't wait to get back home to enjoy the beach, people speaking English, seeing my best friend get married, and of course American grocery stores!!!! I would look at the calender and count down how many months it would be until I would be going home again and feel excited to see that one month was gone from my long wait. Now though, I have been looking at the calender and think the exact opposite. Whenever I am at my schools my students are so excited to see me and I think to myself that I only have 9 more months with them. In the beginning of October I went to one of my schools sports days and I realized that this might be the last sports day I get to attend (and only half of a sports day at that, since I had to teach english lessons at a different school earlier the same day), thinking about this would have brought me to tears if I wasn't surrounded by all of the students and staff.
And I find myself more and more frequently wondering, "would it really be so bad for me to stay just one more year?", right now I'm not really sure. I have a lot to think about until February.

All of these slight frustrations aside my life has been going pretty smoothly. All of my classes have been going really smoothly. I'm visiting my schools a lot more frequently this year (which would account for the fewer blog posts. Less office days:less blog posts) and I have been able to implement a lot of my own ideas into my elementary classes which has kept things exciting for me. The most recent success was the Halloween lessons I did for my schools, which at one school included carving pumpkins! Also, thanks to the help of workers at the Board of Education I was able to spearhead the 1st annual trick-or treating event on Oshima. Only a handful of my elementary students actually participated, but I'm hoping if the tradition continues next year it will become even more popular!

Now I need to get back to studying a bit for my GRE (taking it on Nov. 17th!!! wish me luck). You can expect my next blog post to be sometime after then.
For now I have a lot to think about.

Keri

Filler

Hello!!!!
I know it has been awhile since my last blog post. Sorry!
June was a super busy bee month for me because it was the last full month of classes before exams and....that`s right summer break!!
Summer holidays in Japan start on July 20th and go until around the end of August.
So that means that I get to have a nice month long holiday, right!?!?!
WRONG!
I`m stuck at the office all day errday. we are talking 8 hours 5 days a week. 40 hours of nothing.
Yippie!(sarcasm)

So far I have been trying to pass the time by thinking about my future. I am about 90% positive this will be my last year teaching English in Japan and so I want to start thinking/preparing myself for the next step. A lot of this entails of staring into space and hoping that someone/something will whack me in the head resulting in some grand epiphany. Other times I think about how I am totally going to move back to the states and open up the most BA hotdog stand ever (which of course would then franchise across the nation and make me millions all while upping the fat index of the american populous). And the great irony of the thing is that I am a mostly strict vegetarian who hates the meat industry with a passion.  So I am currently trying to think up a name for this grand hotdog scheme, ideally one that reflects on my apparent hypocritical stance on meat production/consumption.

Re: my hotdog stand
Think hotdog on a stick, but more AWESOME!

My employees will be degraded by wearing ridiculous outfits all for the sake of attracting customers.

Ok, so hotdog stands aside, (staring into space praying for an epiphany sadly is a very true reality) I`m still not really 100% sure what I want to do next year. I`ve started prepping for the GRE (where I have come to realize it probably wouldn`t have been a bad idea to have taken that remedial math class senior year at uni.) but, I`m not sure if I am ready to go back to school and studying and eventually launching into my career (which unfortunately for you will likely not entail a hotdog stand). So, for the moment I`m also still keeping my options and eyes open (staring off blankly into space). And you never know, one year can bring about a lot of changes.

Ok, so all of that aside, I don`t actually have much to type about today (thus the title filler) so I`ll just prattle off a few things and call it a day.

Last week I said goodbye to my best friend while here in Japan, Ciaran. He`s headed back home to Ireland with plans to either head back to Uni to discover the cure to cancer (but really) or maybe come back to Japan. It was really sad for me to see him go because he was one of my closest (foreigner) neighbors and we always enjoyed goofing off together on the weekends. So lately it`s been weird when I go to the market or department (ish) store in his town  and I can`t stop by his and have a cup of tea and a laugh.
Changes are weird.
A lot of the other ALTs in our prefecture are also getting ready to leave, and our first group of new ALTs are expected to arrive in about 2 weeks. It`s pretty exciting business aside from saying goodbye to friends.

Earlier this month (July 13th) I had gone to South Korea for one of the long weekends ( a more indepth post will likely be posted later) and it was really nice to be able to `escape` and have a bit of a relaxing vacation. I say a bit of relaxing because I think it is about nearly impossible to have a truly relaxing vacation in any of these large metropolitan areas in Asia as a tourist. They are bursting with people and activity, have some of the most intricate subway/rail lines I`ve seen yet, and of course, in general I can`t speak the language. But more about all of that later.

It`s that time again!

Right now I am trying to make up my mind if I want to run the Tokyo Marathon again. Registration for the lottery begins August 1. I really enjoyed running it last year (until about the 25km point, then it was all misery and determination) but it took so much training in the freezing dark cold. So, we`ll see.
http://www.tokyo42195.org/2013_en/
(in case you want to register too! Maybe I`ll see you there!)

The point being, at the end of August I`m going home for about a week and it will be nice to be able to relax. I can`t wait until I can sit on the beach with a bowl of fresh fruits and hopefully a margarita and just be (And hopefully leave thoughts about the future and my hotdog stand behind for a few days).

And with that I am going back to studying permutations, combinations, memorizing special triangles, and all that other jazz that comes with studying for the GRE (quant section in particular).

Keri