Confessions of A Working Girl

大丈夫=だいじょうぶ=daijoubu=It’s all right

Today was the first day of class since the earthquake and tsunami. It only took an hour to get to school, like normal. Conversely, this annoyed me, since I had left a little over two hours early just in case. Anyway, the first difference was that two of the level one classes had been combined. And by talking to several friends, I learned that some of the morning classes had been com...

So…school got cancelled Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday–today. There’s school tomorrow though, and I’m glad. I came here to learn, not sit around and watch movies, read, and write all day. Although that’s fun in its own way…that’s not what I did all three days though.

Monday and today I went and met up with a friend. Monday we actually studied. Today we just walked around and looked at stores.

Oh, the title for this post? That’s beca...

So apparently comments keep posting without telling me that they’re posting… >.<

No news for the moment…though school was cancelled yesterday, today and tomorrow due to train lines still not running in some areas… Hopefully there will be class on Thursday…

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March 20th, 2011 @ 5:48 pm Tough Noogies…what are you going to do about it?

 So…yesterday during class, around 2:45 pm or so (I was watching the clock for break, which is at 3) I noticed that some of the kids in the class were looking around, a little confused. And then I felt it too–a little tremor that was shaking the whole room. We all looked at each other and then looked around. The teacher hadn’t felt it yet. But then the tremor got bigger, and the tv that hangs in the corner of the room was shaking so hard it looked like it might fall d...

The Kamakura trip started bright and early Saturday morning. That is—we had to be at KCP at 8:30 am…which for me meant leaving by 7:30 am. I was not exactly thrilled with that, especially since the plan from 8:30 to 11:15 was to listen to a lecture about Kamakura. In English, but still. Sensei (which is the Japanese word for teacher) broke it up a little though, by having us read information about a certain part of Kamakura that we were planning to visit, and then give short prese...

This is so hard to keep updated. Especially since here in Japan feels more like normal every day life than Spain did. In Spain, for some reason everything was amazing and for the first time I was doing different things than normal. But here, it feels more normal somehow. To prove it, my book collection has increased here, whereas I don’t think I bought any books in Spain.

Anyway, this weekend the program has an overnight trip, and I’ll make sure to update about that.

I hate spam comments, by the way. I logged in and there were six of them today…better than other times, where I’ve logged in to find about 14 of them. >.<Anyway…I like my teachers and the classes…actually, it’s only one class, and it’s continued by all three of the teachers. That is: Monday and Thursday is one teacher, Tuesday and Friday is another teacher, and Wednesday is a third teacher. All of them are nice, and they obviously communicate since ...

First of all, I totally meant to write this last week. Keeping up a blog is a little harder than I’d anticipated though. >.< (Note the as yet unfinished entries for Germany, England and France) Anyway, with this entry I’ll start with the plane ride from England to Japan on January 9th…So I left Oxford early in the morning because of the two hour bus ride to the airport, and then it was suggested that I should be at the airport by about 3 hours before, just to be on t...

So, reposting these entries, I noticed that I never put in an entry for France. I can't remember why.

Basically, I got to France by bus, which took like 14 hours. Then I took the metro to my hostel, the Three Ducks hostel. As I looked at yet another set of stairs and sighed, these two old ladies helped me carry my luggage up the stairs. And they insisted on walking me all the way to the hostel! The people at the hostel were nice.  I visited the eiffel tower, found out that Fran...

My friend Beth was waiting for me at the airport, as was her father. I hadn’t seen her in almost four years, since when she had been an exchange student at the high school was my junior year. And since this is my junior year of college, it’s been almost four years. Beth’s English had gotten better since the last time I’d seen her, and her father spoke some English as well. Which was good, since I don’t currently speak any German. Although, when you real...