The First Day of School AGAIN, seriously, again…
What a come back! I pulled up to my town on a cruise liner and stepped out into the blue silloutes that come right before sunrise, dropped off my bags, put a suit into my backpack and rode underneath the cherry blossoms to another first day of school. As I rode through the trees, birds would flutter around to the next branch sending petals floating down to their song. YES! The island has transformed from LOST, to a Skittles Commercial, to alas Disney movie.
When I walked into school I could hear boxing ring bells in my head. This is round 9 and Momma said to Knock You Out. All the teachers are new (that’s a story) and I had no idea what was going to happen except for the FACT a lot of punches would be thrown today. Maybe its because I’m cracked out from the 30 straight hours traveling to get back here, or maybe I am just intoxicated with Spring, or maybe I am experiencing a monster insulin surge from eating literally pounds of rice upon my return (Thanks Korean Air). Who really knows, its Japan.
The two most obvious things I saw about America in my recent culture shock were that Americans are almost naked usually in an unfortunate looking way and the food there is ridiculously salty - Nothing extremely deep I wish to delve into, except for the observation that most Americans do not accessorize on a daily basis.
The most awkward thing that has happened so far is that my new co-teacher has not spoken to me. He sits across from me and has had 8 hours to do so. I felt like I couldn't interrupt his busying around, but I also feel like the next few hours will be crucial for making some social contact. Especially since we are partners in crime now, and Japan I would like to ask you, how can we be that if we pretend each other do not exist?
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