So the hat and i would like to apologize for not writing enough. We will get on it.
Life in Fukui has been good. Very busy with work, but good. I have been working for about two weeks now. My hours are from 1 pm to 10 pm. But i have also been coming in earlier because there is so much work to be done. My lessons are good for the most part, but they take a long time to prepare for. Of course there are bad lessons too, where the hands of the clock don`t seem to move fast enough. The atmosphere at work is really great. Episodes of Friends are played on repeat, or jazz music is played through one of the computers. Although sometimes i hear music that i don`t like. Like that stupid song that haunts me " i`m going to miss you like a child misses a blanket", i don`t know why but it follows me around the world like a bad hangover. Damianna you would laugh still at my reaction. My boss is really nice. Last week i had a cough. He came back from the store with six different kinds of cough drops. Needless to say that none of them worked. Japanese medicine sucks! I need some Fishermans Friend, or even Halls would be better than the candy they call medicine. My boss also got me my own computer for my little classroom. Although i think it was cheap for a reason. It doesn`t work too well, but does the job for making lesson plans and using e-mail. I usually teach at the school, but once a week i go to a business and teach old men there. I am the first female teacher they have had. It is weird there, i have to where old slippers after i walk in the front door. They are nice though. I ride my bike to work everyday. Which is good except when it rains, or when it is super cold out at night.
This is the folk museum on the mountain Noriaki and i went to. It is called Osagoe Folk Village Museum. It is a collection of ancient traditional Japanese houses that apparently help us to imagine the old style of life. They all belonged to different prominent families who lived in Fukui. They have been reassembled here, and made into a little museum. It was pretty cool. We got there half an hour before closing, so we didn`t have to pay to go in.
View from inside a house.
Me in front of a water wheel.
This was some of the food at the restaurant we went to that night. We ate delicious food, and played with the cutest Japanese kid alive. He loved me. And naturally i wanted to take him home, but he didn`t fit in my purse. These shrimp look like they could crawl off the plate.
Cutest child ever!
This is the view from on top of Fukui castle walls. Fall is beautiful, but cold.
And this is my new school!!!! I think it is really cute. And about a million times better than Nova. It is a lot more work than Nova, but i have more say into the design of the lessons, which in the long run will be more rewarding, and give me a better idea if i like teaching or not. Most of students are pretty cool, and in their mid 20`s, so that makes things more fun.
My room!!!!
The whole place, minus teaching rooms that you cannot see.
This is the toilet at the school. And i mainly put it up for Cheryl because she was scared for me that there would only be squatting toilets in Japan. And now i have to squat everyday. I am mostly successful...Other than teaching, not too much else has been going on. There have been quite a few going away parties. Last Saturday night there was a karaoke going away party at a place called Cote de Azure. It is always a bad thing when i feel the need to catch up in drinking with my friends. I got off work at ten and rode my bike to the place. We sang a lot of fun songs, and drank about a million whiskey colas, Amber, Lesley or i would order them three at a time every chance we got. Thank Buddah for Nomihodie (it means all you can drink while you are there for a set price). Or Nomiho-dizzle as we like to call it. Anyways, i ended up having to ride my bike home. I not only was lost and fell off my bike three times, but it was also raining. So needless to say, i was crying the whole way home, and will never drink as many whiskey colas again. I was all banged up the next day and my stocking were a little ripped and bloody, hahahaha, I am such a loser, i mean seriously who falls off their bike three times, you think after the first time one would get off and walk. Good news is, that the bike was okay! hahaha But my basket is a little scraped.
Until next time............
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