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Sometime in August
We spent 3 days in Tokyo before arriving on Amami Island. We stayed at the Keio Plaza, a luxury hotel in the Shinjuku district. At night, Tokyo resembled a huge Times Square. Seemingly every inch of the city was covered in neon. There were lots of Pachinko arcades and also pornographic video arcades!
In the daytime, the sunlight was filtered through the thickest layer of smog I have ever seen! Houston doesn't hold a torch to Tokyo when it comes to air pollution.
I wandered into a bookstore one day and was very surprised to find that not only do Japanese books and magazines read vertically right to left, but they also start right to left and upside down, so the front covers are really the back covers and vice versa. *Everything* in Japan is opposite. They drive on the left, they read right to left, even the doors lock in the opposite direction to locks at home. They don't say "bless you" when someone sneezes, and they bow constantly, even when talking on the phone!
Anyway, that was over 2 weeks ago! We arrived in Amami on the 2nd of August. I flew down with Suzanne, another ALT from Canada, and another Australian ALT headed for Tokonoshima, one of the smaller Amami islands. We flew from Tokyo to Kagoshima City, then from Kagoshima City to Amami. We were all shocked to find ourselves on a totally packed HUGE 747 Airbus (w/ a second floor) for the Tokyo-Kagoshima flight. I had envisioned flying down on a little prop engine or something. The plane had a little camera built into the wings so that when we landed in Kagoshima, everyone, not just window seat people, could see it from the air. We took a very small (but not prop engine) plane down to Amami. When we landed, Suzanne's boss met her and I was met by the Vice-Superintendent of Naze City Board of Education since my boss, Hida-sensei, was in Huntsville, Texas at the time. Here are 2 photos of our arrival:
Suzanne, her boss, and part of a baggage cart. Suzanne gazes affectionately at the cart while her boss attempts to attack it with a book? Background: the ubiquitous Japanese vending machines.
Warning: The following passages came straight out of my journal during a time when I was experiencing some culture shock here in Japan. If it seems negative, that's because it was. Things are better now (see January).
The Typhoon Is Here
It rained all day. It rained hard. The roof began to leak and the sidewalks began to flood. I thought it would never subside. And then, as if by a miracle, it cleared up just in time for me to ride my bike back home.
Last night, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to find the floor shaking beneath my futon. In my sleep-altered state of mind, I couldn't figure out what was causing the shaking. Was someone downstairs making the floor shake? What were they doing to make the floor shake like that? I fell right back to sleep after it stopped. In the morning, I realized I had experienced my first tremor here in Japan.
I had four classes today at Naze Junior High School, if you count the one I was dismissed from. One of my teachers gave a short quiz and then berated the class for about 20 minutes in rapid-fire Japanese while I stood by and fidgeted with my ring, understanding little besides "san pun" (because he repeated it about 20 times with great emphasis) and "Kaneku" it felt like he was giving them some sort of guilt trip over being an inferior school. In the midst of his tirade, while everyone was silent and listening morosely to his rantings, I dropped my silver ring on the floor. It made a loud clanging noise on the concrete and broke everyone's concentration, then rolled under a student's desk. After his speech, he told me I was free to leave the class.
Alex Ferreira, a Kagoshima CIR, called me at the office today and informed me that a transfer to the mainland would be impossible. "This is impossible", she said sadly in her Portuguese-accented English. The finality of her tone made me want to cry. I said thank you and hung up, sat down at my desk in a slump, despondently began correcting a student's speech entitled "My Little Happiness". His little happiness turned out to be afternoon chats with his grandmother about the old days on Amami Island. I changed the title to "Simple Pleasures". Maybe that was too cliché. Maybe I should have left it as it was. The essay asked rhetorically, "What is your little happiness?" Maybe I should contemplate that question more often if I am to remain sane on this island.
Just now, a man's voice reverberates through a loudspeaker and circles the streets around my apartment. He's saying something unintelligible in Japanese while a Samba-sounding melody plays in the background. It's absolutely deafening. My thought is, "Shut the f*** UP!" What the f*** could be the purpose of that unholy s***?" The Japanese seem to have no problem whatsoever with invading others' personal space, and that includes listening space. At certain times of the day, one is veritably forced to listen to some jackass shouting over a loudspeaker, or someone screaming about selling sweets, or tinny music at 6 a.m. and 6 p.m. every day, and a woman's deafening voice announcing the time and date in Japanese.
One of my teachers won't allow her skin to come in contact with sunlight. When driving a car, she wears huge sleeves that cover her arms and hands, a handkerchief around her neck, and a large hat.
Basically, I find myself getting into the groove of things,
adjusting to my job. Most of the time, I just show up to class and do
whatever the JTE asks me to do. I find myself saying words in English
and having the class repeat after me, reading dialogue with the JTE, walking
around the classroom and checking students' worksheets, giving 5 minute
speeches about how I spent my weekend. Today, I found myself quite bored.
I know that the students can tell that I am bored, too. I'm not bored
every day. Today, I was a bit spaced out, maybe. I find, though, that
if there's not something new and exciting going on, I'm not all that excited
about being in the class. Anyway, this is just my first year. And will
I stay for a second? I must give that some thought. If I don't stay, what
will I do? Good question. Go back to work in a library? I think not. Then
what? That's the question. How can I already be thinking "What's
next?" when I've only been here for 3 months?
Attended a dinner party at Mikai's house. I spoke to Kurazono and his wife. He told me that he thought I was great, and that Hida thought I was great, too. So everyone thinks I'm great and that's great. So why don't I feel so great? Things are not that great for me at the moment. Feeling homesick and unsure wondering whether I should stay a second year at all, at all, but knowing that I probably will because I want to learn more Japanese and I don't know what else to do. Damn good reason, that.
Misery Loves Reading Books on Buses
Then, I went to Ashikebu. It started out o.k. I sat and tried calligraphy, studied my word cards, otherwise dawdled. Then there was elementary. That was fine. Then came the hell of the san nensei boys. I basically ignored them and figured it would be o.k. The ringleader started breakdancing on the floor. I gingerly stepped around his writhing body to retrieve some construction paper. I sat with the ni nensei girls and tried to make a Christmas card, but I was distracted. I couldn't believe how rude they all were. What had I done to them, anyway? They seemed to get worse and worse every time I came to the school. We ate lunch. During free time, I tried a bit of calligraphy. The san nensei boys came in. The science teacher asked me to draw a picture. I kept thinking that morning how the sleek brush of the calligraphy pen reminded me of a Japanese woman's hair. So I tried to draw a picture of a Japanese school girl. It was terrible. I got up and let one of the others try. He wrote something about a flower that was probably insulting because everyone laughed. I had no clue, so I just stood there. Then one of the others sat down, I had a feeling that he was trying to insult me, so I started to leave. He asked me to wait, but I left. Much later on, I came into the room to find that they had put blue eyes and pink skin on my drawing, insinuating that it was me (I guess they thought I was trying to insult them), then they drew an very mean picture of me. I couldn't believe this. I crumpled it up and threw it away. I was so angry, I couldn't believe that they would dare to be so rude when I didn't even know them.