So, on Tuesday I was very, very tired in the morning due to the day of activity on Monday. I wish I could have switched my exciting Monday with my refreshing Sunday so I would have felt good going into the week. My classes did not go so well because I wasn’t as prepared and I was tired and out of it. I was also stressing about having to get the tests ready for press before next week’s exams. I found it very hard to write a test that was long enough, challenging enough, but covered useful material and tested what I’d prepared them for. I hate tests so it wasn’t much fun to make one. I was all too happy to get home and I consoled myself with some shopping, fixing dinner, studying Japanese, then made myself work on cleaning out my UR email account which will soon turn into a pumpkin and I have a lot of emails still in it . . .
Wednesday
classes went better, but that’s partly because I was resigned to the fact that
it wasn’t the greatest lesson ever. I
wish I were a better teacher! I finished
writing the exams and again at night I made dinner, studied Japanese and
worked on
Thursday
certainly felt like Friday (it’s all in the head anyway, right?) and I was
quite happy to accept the invitation to go out that evening with Sasaki and Naito
sensei. We went to a nice izekaiya on
the top floor of a
The second dish was tofu steak. It was just a big slab of tofu with fish skin and sauce on top, but boy was it tasty. There was a time when I wouldn’t look at tofu. At home I didn’t mind it if it was small, firm, and mixed in with lots of other stuff, and now here I am, eating it straight up!
>True to Japanese custom, we went to another place after dinner. It was an intimate karaoke bar, except that night it was full of elementary school teachers. Needless to say it was quite noisy . . .
The name of
the place is Sharp and Flat, which I found interesting for a karaoke bar. Anyway, we chatted with the bartenders (older
man and wife) and I still had to have translation most of the time. They wanted me to sing songs in English, and
I managed to find a few that I knew. I
should do my homework and learn a few pop songs so I can be more comfortable
next time I go to karaoke. It really is
a bit of fun. I always thought it was
such a strange thing that weird people did, but in
>Naito
sensei’s husband took me home and I think this was the night I had a few phone
conversations, but somehow I always forget to write them down. I probably should have gone right to bed,
which is probably what I should be doing right now. Next up I get to tell you about my exciting
weekend in
