Hindsight

Last night, before going to bed, some sort of large, flying bug was taking comfort by constantly flying into a ceiling lamp of mine. I thought I had gotten rid of it earlier in the evening, but it was clever. Finally, I caught it by slamming a small plastic trash bin when it was standing still on my floor. I pushed the bin along the ground (big bug contained within) and pushed the guy out the balcony. Soon after he was out of sight.

This morning, Morizono-sensei asked me if I could come up with something for her 3-nensei selection class. Even though I had a two-period advance notice, I didn’t play nice this time – I couldn’t think of anything. It was a standard exchange of apologies – I apologized that I couldn’t think of anything and Morizono sensei told me she was sorry for asking me with what little planning time to spare.

No fast ones this week, even if its my last. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No surprises. Radiohead reference slightly intended.

I had one 1-nensei class today, but Matsuo sensei told me that students would summon me from my desk at the last ten minutes of class.

“You don’t have to worry about today’s schedule.” she said.

When the kids came to get me I walked in. For their selective class, groups of several students drew pictures for one calendar month and presented to me. They were so sweet. So now I have a September 2003 – August 2004 Tahara 1-nensei calendar to bring home with me. Omoide (memories).

Murakami san quickly asked me to step out of the staff room to give me an MD copy of the “8 Mile” soundtrack. I’m honored. Problem is, I don’t own an MD player…. yet.

I’ve received two new Friendster invites this week. Like people say with intense conviction, “I’ll have to check it out sometime”.