Shinto
I by Mary Ellen Long
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16
Feb
Arrived back from Kagoshima City, where I spent the weekend. On the
plane, ended up sitting next to a very kind woman who teaches Japanese
at one of my schools. She always initiates conversations with me whereas
most of the teachers avoid me altogether. She gave me a shogi (Japanese
calligraphy) set last year, which I haven't touched in months--shame on
me. She's always very patient with me as I trip and stumble my way through
the Japanese language. We chatted in Japanese the whole way back. I was
amazed, though, at how utterly horrendous my Japanese has become. It's
as if, now that I have decided to go home, my brain has simply given up
on it.
17 Feb
Got on the wrong bus this morning. All of the bus names are, of course,
written in kanji (Chinese characters). As I don't have a hope in hell
of reading most of them, I use the following very effective system for
taking the bus. First, I stand on the side of the street that follows
the direction I want to go. I stand in front of the bus stop and stare
impatiently down the street, waiting for a bus to approach. After a minute
or so of waiting, I consider taking a taxi. I glance at the clock and
wonder whether I even have time to wait for the bus, since my first class
is starting in about 15 minutes. I continue debating until a bus finally
does approach, at which point I am so relieved that I get on without bothering
to try and read the destination name written on the front. I don't even
ask the busdriver where he's going. Instead, I just ride along until we
turn the wrong way and suddenly I realize we're headed in exactly the
opposite direction of where I want to go. I then quickly press the bell,
walk to the front of the bus, tell the busdriver I took the wrong bus,
pay full bus fare even though we've only gone about half a mile, exit
the bus, and start all over again. Or I give up and just get a taxi. This
morning, though, I was lucky. The kind busdriver (the same one who played
Name That Keitai Tune with me last March)
let me off without making me pay. He's a sweetheart.
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