Adventures in Japan

We Are One

2004-12-03T06:24:00.000-08:00

One of the guys on this trip wrote a song for the group presentation. The words so powerfully and adequately explain our experiences in Japan.

We Are One

We come to learn, we come to see
We come to give and to receive
We come to teach, we come to grow
And through it all
We come to know
We are one.

The bow of heads, the clasp of hands
Will build a bridge between our lands;
When eagles fly to the rising sun
A new day dawns
New dreams are born
We are one.

We are one; teach us today
We are one; show us your ways
As we live, as we work, as we dream, or as we play
For the sake of the children
We are one.

We come in peace we leave with hope
Once worlds apart, now we're at home;
As the eagle flies toward the setting sun
We realize
When day is done
We are one.

In the eyes of the children
We are one.

Memories & A Parting Word

2004-12-03T05:38:00.000-08:00

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.........so many in Japan.............

The long plane ride
Metting Carrie & Portia on the plane & the sharing we had among us
Seeing Japan for the first time
Walking the streets of Tokyo for the first time
Eating dinner for the first time with the student
Meeting Meri & Eileen for the first time
Making lots of new friends
Missing old friends
Being homesick
Missing my family
Emails and calls from home
Buying gifts
Laughter until it hurt
Walking until it hurt
Getting lost in Shinjuku Station many times
Pancakes for breakfast
Lots of horrible food
My first hamburger here
Bento boxes
Rice with minnows on top of it
Eating eel and octopus when I didn't know it
Visiting schools
Meeting students
My little friend sobbing as I said goodbye for the last time
Toilets on the floor
Beds on the floor
Eating on the floor
Meeting my host family
Connecting with the "Gothic Girls"
Miyu saying "Sherry" for the first time
Juh giving me the photo album
Atsumi crying when we parted for the last time
Grandmother's questioning eyes
Hot spring baths
The beauty at the ryokan
Seeing many temples and shrines
Our last night together as a group
Ishii kindness to all of us
Our interpreter's gentle spirit
My Yamatokoriyama group
Debbie and our sharing late into the night
Finding out Eileen lost a son in Iraq
Finding out Peggy has cancer that has returned
Finding out Lenny is an former priest
Finding out all about Meri's life
Watching Meri eat everything raw except horsemeat
Plotting to steal "Ziggy" from Pam because we were sick of it
Looking beneath the smiles sometimes to see tears
And so many more that slips my mind at the moment
The beauty of Nara
The mountains surrounding the ryokan
The many bus rides

The memories are warm and poignant. The laughter for the last few weeks was frequent and hearty. It's hard to say sayonara to friends that you do not know if you will see again. Connections have been made to never be broken. Maryann, Eileen, Meri, Bonnie, Jason, and Debbie (and many, many others) will always be part of my life because they are part of my memories. And who knows when I might make a call and hop a plane and go see Eileen in Florida or Meri in Wisconsin. We're already talking about reunions of the Yamatokoriyama group.

I got a card put under my door a while ago that said the group had missed my sweet Alabama smile today. I sure hope that is how I will be remembered. It is hard to be around people in such an intense setting and continue to always smile. I have tried to get along with all people, even though all people I did not like equally. Meri and Eileen have taken care of me today. They have brought me bread for breakfast, lunch, and supper. I even got a banana for lunch and some fruit for supper. They bought me a BIG coke, so I have really enjoyed that as it helped settle my stomach. They are such great friends.

I have come to Japan on a mission, and I have accomplished that mission. I have learned about the people and culture of Japan in order to take it back to my students, school and community. I have seen the good part and the bad part about Japan. Japan is a different world than ours, and I have sought to examine the differences and compare it with the United States. I have found the Japanese people to be fiercely independent, hard workers, and a giving and loving people. They adamantly worship what they have been taught to worship. They seek to teach to their children the values they cherish. They seek change if it means improving their people or their country. They are as curious about our ways as we are about theirs. They welcomed us with open arms, and I just hope I can give back what I am supposed to in return.

I thought I might return to Japan to teach on an exchange program someday, but now I am not so sure about it. Their culture was a bit hard to adjust to. While we are more alike than not, there are some definitive differences. My parting with Japan is bittersweet, remembering the good parts, yet wondering how a country functions in such a rat race. Perhaps they view us in much the same way.

I have learned much-how to appreciate our country, how much friends and family means to me, to breathe consciously, to listen intently, to pay attention to all around you, and to treasure each moment. We had this saying, "It was a moment," in our group. Well, the moments have added up to a great time of many, many moments in this fascinating country. I left as one person, and as I return, I will have changed in certain ways, perhaps for the good.

Mrs. Fetters emailed me the following while I was here:
How to Be Happy
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply..
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Aren't those great words of wisdom to live by? As I have had time here to reflect on our country and its ways, I know we too stand in need of improvement.

Henry Drummond says, "You will find as you look back on your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love." May all we do always be done in the spirit of love.

Sayonara, with love, until we meet again.

On The Downward Slide

2004-12-02T16:07:00.000-08:00

Konnichiwa!!

Well, I suppose I will live, although I am still feeling quite rotten. I have stayed in my room all day today. I missed the group presentations from the various prefectures, and I hear that they were great. Ishii called wanting to take me to the hospital. I told her that I would be ok---I just needed some rest. She wanted to know what I was eating. My friends brought me a coke and some bread from breakfast and lunch. Actually, I haven't eaten much of that because I still feel so horrible. My hope is that I will improve significantly for the long plane ride tomorrow. I am miserable enough because it is so long. If I don't get better, it is sure enough going to be bad.

Yesterday, we visited Shinjuku Kindergarten where there were 4-5 year olds. It was quite a contrast from the previous visit to a preschool. This is a wealthy, high-class residential area, but one would not have known it from the kindergarten. It was a little shabby and not so well-organized as the one in Yamatokoriyama. The principal was super nice and was also the principal for the elementary schools. He talked about the numbers dropping because of the the aging population as well as the decreasing birthrate. We seem to hear the same story everywhere we go. He used to have 4 classes and now there are two. He talked about kindergartens and preschools needing to integrate and be together on their curriculum, or what each child needs to know when they enter 1st grade. It's the same story about social skills verses academic skills. There were four focus areas that he said teachers are encouraged to work on in this kindergarten. The first is helping children to learn how to greet others using appropriate greetings. They are certainly big on that here! He said that helps students do other things well. The next focus area was helping the kids know how to show empathy and sympathy to their classmates and other people. The third area was helping the students to foster an independent mind for study. This, too, is an issue that we have heard over and over. Because the group dynamics are so strong in this country, they are now seeking to help students to be independent, creative thinkers outside of a group. The last focus area was that they sought to foster energetic and vigorous children-both mentally and physically. He stressed that when they students were faced with difficulties, they needed a strong mind to overcome them. The two type experiences that this kindergarten stresses were hands-on and real life experiences. They take them on many field trips to expose them to things they don't get in the city such as digging sweet potatoes out of the ground or seeing the animals at the zoo. They also like to visit the library so the students can encounter new picture books to stimulate intellectual interest.

We got to play and interact with the students for a while, and then they had a presentation for us. Again, it was amazing watching them clean up and set up for the presentations. They knew exactly what to do and didn't have to be told. They sang us a song, and then performed a dance with the principal calling out dance moves to them. They then invited us to participate with them which was fun. Then, they presented us with origami figures they had made for us. They all lined up and shook our hands and told us sayornara and with warm memories, we were off again.

In the afternoon, we had an opportunity to question teachers in our subject area. We talked with a 12th grade English teacher. He was not very happy with his job because he said it just involved teaching to the test. He said that English teachers taught pure grammar, not conversational skills or listening skills. He does not have time for novel reading or the teaching of any type of English communication; however, there is a communication class offered that students can elect to take. He said he remained at school each day until 8-9 o'clock. He also only gets 5 days off per year. They do not get the winter, spring, or summer break off with the students. I guess we really have it made!! It really encourages us to appreciate what we have more. It's so hard to figure what motivates these men to make their jobs their life. We have to be polite and not inquire, but to Americans, that is such a strange way to live. While I spend lots of extra time on my job, it is not my entire life and I realize there are more important things.

We then met together and each group gave a report on their subject area. In social studies, they do not vary from the book. Students are not expected to ask questions, and they do not do group projects or activities. In math classes, they have the sink or swim policy. Either you get it or you don't. There is no extra help or modifications. In science students are taught the test. There is no concern for safety in the science lab because lawsuits are not an issue here (we had already observed that).

They all stressed that there is little freedom for differentiated instruction. Wouldn't that be a boring world.? I don't suppose I ever teach the same way during any two years. New teachers must change schools three times in the first 10 years and then each five years after that. There was not a reason given. No one fails, so I guess the students would like that, but those who pass who really shouldn't, probably never finish high school. Teachers are certified for life, and principals take tests to become a principal. Again, we heard that they are hiring many principals from out of the business world right now. Hearing from the groups sure makes me glad that I teach in America and not in Japan or anywhere else!

Tonight is the sayonara banquet. I guess I will say sayonara from my room. I don't think I can go and look at Japanese food. I got the sweetest note slipped under my door a few minutes ago from the Yamatokoriyama Group (my group!). They expressed their sadness that I was sick and hoped I felt better soon so they could see my bright Alabama smile. I am glad that is the impression I will leave them with. Sometimes it has been hard to keep smiling with these different personalities clashing together. I have tried to just smile and go on about my business, so I guess it has been a good thing to do. The trip is winding down. I can't say that I am sorry. It has been a fantastic, once in a lifetime experience, but it has been draining, also. I am glad I am on the downward slide.

Sayonara!!

Sick in Tokyo or Sick of Tokyo?

2004-12-02T10:07:00.000-08:00

Sorry I didn't update last night. Kristin said it had her worried. Yes, it should've had her worried. I am so sick. I think I got food poisoning on spaghetti of all things!! My friend Meri, who eats everything, says that's what I get for veering away from Japanese food. I was up all night burning up and throwing up. I finally just stayed on the bathroom floor because it took too much effort to get up and then just come back. I am not throwing up this morning, but still very sick. I did not go to our group presentations today. I am sure Sergeant Major will be checking on me shortly to see if I am sick in my room! Well, she will not be disappointed. I took everything out of my luggage and was getting ready to repack when this happened. My room is a disaster. I had to just move things over to get on the bed. I could not fix anything once it started. I really don't want Sergeant Major to see my room like this. Anyway, I cannot write anymore now. Will try to update tonight or in the morning if I feel better. Say a little prayer that I will not have to fly home feeling this way. Love all of you and miss you greatly. I'll be home for Christmas!!!
Japan has nearly done me in!!

A Day in Transfer

2004-11-30T23:35:00.000-08:00

We got up this morning from our futons to a chilly, but cozy room. We had a wake-up call at 5:30 because a delightful Japanese style breakfast was awaiting us at 6:30. I wish I could be more positive about the food, but it is not my thing. Meri is still eating everything in sight, and I have probably kidded her too much about it. The breakfast was sushi, rice, salad, a piece of fruit, a horribly fishy-smelling soup, other strange items, and something cooking in a pot that I did not look at. Needless to say, I left hungry.

When we left, the entire hotel staff lined up along the road and waved until we were out of sight. This is apparently a custom because we have seen it everywhere we have been. It really makes you feel like they like you and do not want you to leave--or maybe it's that they are so glad this rowdy group of Americans are all leaving!! We rode a bus down the mountain to the Kyoto Station where we boarded the latest in the Bullet Train series. Truly an awesome machine, its front looks like an eagle flying. It can reach speeds of up to 180 mph. It really does not seem very fast when we're riding on it. It's quite easy to walk about the cabin even when it is stopping. I found a pastry and juice at the station, so maybe I will make it back to Tokyo. The entire transfer from the ryokan to Tokyo took about 7 hours.

When we got back to Tokyo our rooms were not ready, so we checked our luggage and went to do a little shopping and to find something to eat. I talked Eileen into letting me eat at McDonald's. She's a vegetarian and doesn't ever eat at McDonald's, but she stopped in with me. I told her I was not going to eat anything that even remotely favored Japanese food. The hamburger, fries, coke, and apple pie were delicious beyond description. It got better. After we shopped, ate, and checked in, we went out again. This time I got me a little pizza and a salad. After this experience, I may become a junk food junkie. I dream of Chinese food, Mexican food, a thick juicy steak, or even maybe just turnip greens and cornbread--anything but sushi, rice and green tea! I suppose the lunchroom food will be extremely tasty when I get back, huh?

I have got to find a way to pack all the "stuff and things" I have acquired. I have already been throwing away anything that I can live without. I don't know if I can carry all of this through the airport. Then I have to pick it up in Chicago and go through customs which is quite an ordeal. Gotta go and get a little sleep. Tomorrow will be out last official day. On Thursday we will do group presentations about the areas in Japan we visited and have a final banquet. On Friday, it's Cullman here I come!!

PTA, Goldfish, Monks, & Ryokan--What a Day!!

2004-11-29T23:15:00.000-08:00

Today was another of those rush-rush days. We had to leave our main luggage to be shipped to Tokyo, and pack an overnight bag to go to the ryokan tonight. A ryokan is a quaint Japanese inn that is totally Japanese style--but I will finish that story in a few minutes.

First, we met with a group of Parent-Teacher-Association representatives from different schools. There was a panel of five men and one woman. Ishii (our group coordinator) told us that they have to pretend to let men head the organization when it was really women who did all the work. Isn't that always true!!?? I don't remember how much I have said about Ishii, but she has been a wonderful, fearless leader. I suppose she is in her sixties, has a husband and two daughters who are not at home. She is awesome as a tour guide. She gives us such delightful stories about everything. I wish I could remember them all. She is also so human, as we have learned she is taking care of her elderly mother because she is an only child. It is not always fun for her, but it is something she must do. Anyway--back to the PTA. We both asked one another questions. PTA membership is mandatory in this district and each set of parents pays about $4 per month to be a member. The money is utilized much like ours-for club activities, library, competitions, etc. (half goes to school and half to activities, etc.). As far as society goes, our cultures are more alike than different. They have children who won't go to school and kids they wish didn't come to school. They said it was difficult to involve the parents of the students who misbehaved. According to the members of the PTA, Japanese parents are reluctant to share problems with them; therefore, when they find out about them, it is often too late to do anything about the problems. Japanese teachers do not have the power to remove students from the classroom. They feel that more teacher and parent training is needed to handle problem students.

We had quite a discussion on preschool and early learning. When I had my home stay, I found out the the public preschools only teach social skills, while the private schools teach more academics. The Japanese really want to be more like us in that they want the students to know many things upon entering 1st grade. When we visited the kindergarten, they were just singing, skipping, making things, and playing, but isn't that what being a young child is about? It felt like such a warm, happy environment. I really think we push our kids too much, too early, and I hate that anyone would want to copy us. Our time together ended much too quickly with many unanswered questions. We then had a lovely bento box lunch together. I have pictures of the lunch. You wouldn't believe how something so pretty could possibly be so terrible. Oh, if I had just known what was to come in the evening, I would have tried to eat more of this food!!

After we finished that luscious lunch, we went to a goldfish farm. Yes, there are farms everywhere because that is what Yamatokoriyama is famous for. They grow them in ponds side by side. No space is ever wasted in this country. On the banks of the goldfish ponds were little rows of rice paddies and vegetables--even in very small places. It's amazing to see the spaces utilized so well. As we drove up into the mountains this afternoon, I observed the same thing. Anywhere that a garden could be planted, it was planted. Back to the goldfish-- (yes, I know I keep running rabbits, but gee, there are so many to run.) There were many thousands and thousands of goldfish. I guess the most among thing was that they were just swimming around in ponds everywhere. They believe Buddha gave them the goldfish and they are almost sacred to this part of the country. Now, I don't believe they'll stone you if you kill one (like with the deer), but they would not be happy. They stressed that when you are playing the scooping game using a poi chasing the goldfish, they are to be put back unharmed. I believe them. The little goldfish farmer was in a suit and tie and loved showing us his farm. We also saw many different exotic goldfish in his shop. The goldfish are called kingyo here. He gave us a poi as a gift. I bought 200 of them to use in our festival. We'll do some goldfish scooping there at Fairview School and see if we can beat the record!!

After we left the goldfish farm, we went up a hill to a the Jiko-in Zen Temple. The temple was founded in 1663. There were monks who lived there, so that was a little different from what we'd seen. They had extremely beautiful gardens famous for its grand shrubbery and it was so peaceful. It sets on the hillside overlooking the Yamoto plain, and the country-style drawing room looks out onto the main temple , tea room, and drawing room. One monk wanted his picture taken with us. Of course, we obliged because we wanted our picture taken with him. We also attended another tea ceremony. At a traditional tea ceremony, one sits motionless on the floor for hours while admiring everything and bowing often. First, you eat a cake so the tea won't be so bitter. All the while the person performing the ceremony is doing various things with the tea. Everything has to be touched, stirred, turned, and cleaned just right. When each person gets the tea, the bowl must be admired. Then the bowl must be turned clockwise 180 degrees so that the sacred spot faces away from you. Then the tea must be slurped to show you like it. You must slurp an uneven number of times because even numbers are not liked in Japan. The rim of the bowl must be cleaned with a cloth. Then the bowl has to be turned back counterclockwise 180 degrees. Last, the bowl must be admired again. We didn't do everything the formal way. This time the monk explained how relaxing and serene a tea ceremony should be. Children are not allowed to attend because they will disturb the peace. I guess it could be peaceful, but it's mighty hard on the back and knees.

After the goldfish and shrine visit, we went up the mountain to our ryokan, Shigisan Kanko Hotel. We arrived right before dark and quickly threw our things in our room and went on a walk to a beautiful bridge we had seen. After crossing the bridge, we entered another temple, the Temple of the Tiger (I don't really know why, but there were tigers everywhere there). It was by far the most beautiful area we had been to. The gardens were stunning and there were many, many little temples and things as we climbed up the mountain. We climbed and climbed. It got dark, but the pathway was lit, so it was not too bad. I just wish we could have had more time to enjoy it. The leaves are just stunning right now--great vibrant colors of red, orange, and yellow. Because this is my favorite time of the year, I am loving all the colors and being in the mountains.

When we finally got out of the mountains, we went to the natural springs to bathe. It was outside and was quite a treat. Then it was off to our delicious ten course Japanese style meal. Sitting on the floor in our kimonos, we were served dish after dish. We had dishes that appealed to all senses. Mainly, they appealed to my sense of taste--or rather they didn't appeal!! We did have crab legs which I like. I don't think I can eat any more rice ever again. We had some octopus wafers that were good, and I ate a piece of cooked eel that was ok. All those other strange and sundry food items, I gave back to them. Little Japanese ladies in kimonos served us. They always bowed when they gave us the food or drink. It was humbling. This place has the most remarkable service. Everyone just wants to please you. We stayed quite a while because this will be the last time we would be together as a group. Tomorrow morning we will go back to Tokyo with the other educators who have been all over Japan. Cameras flashed all night. It was a bittersweet moment as we took our last picture together. We have been family to one another for nearly three weeks now. We have laughed together, and we have cried together. We have liked some better than others. We have mutually agreed on those we do not like. Togeher, we have tolerated all. The laughter was warm and frequent. The memories were powerful and not to be soon forgotten.

When we returned to our rooms, the maids had put out our futons. Now remember, we are in traditional Japanese rooms. The futons were on the tatami mat floors, the walls rolled back, and the furnishings were few. We had to wear slippers, and change to bathroom slippers when we were in the bathroom. Our balcony overlooked the mountains and valley below, and it was a fantastic view. Peace permeated every inch of this place. As I breathed in the cool night air on the balcony, I thought of home and all the people whom I would like to be standing here with me. I so wish I could adequately share the beautiful things I have seen. It's so hard to put beauty and feelings into words sometimes. I had warm, cozy thoughts as I snuggled under my thick down comforter. In a few days, I'll be home and all will be right in my world. Sayonara!!

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Looks Like I Made It!!

2004-11-29T22:53:00.000-08:00

I need to tell you about the lunch yesterday. It was delicious. Juh took us to an out of the way hole in the wall that served the most fabulous plates of tempura (lightly battered and fried veggies and meat). We had soup, salad, rice, and hot tea to go with it. I ate and ate. It was very expensive, very delicious, but they would not let me pay.

WOW!! I SURVIVED THE TWO DAYS WITH THE HOST FAMILY-WATCH ME ROAR!!
Today was an extraordinary day. First of all, I slept fabulously last night. The bed was very hard, but it had the most luscious coverings. I did not know it until this morning, but I slept the night with the window open. It's funny, but the Japanese love open windows. They like air circulating. The schools were so cold, but the windows and doors were still open. The host family and I drove down the road with the windows open. My head was not stopped up this morning, and my back was not hurting. Americans are so used to being comfortable that we're oftentimes our own worst enemy. When I woke up, I just lay there enjoying the fresh air and the warmth of my down covers. I didn't get up all night. In fact--I do not believe I even changed positions.

I finally heard Miyu up, so I decided to get up. Juh was changing her diaper. He blows all the theories and everything I have heard about Japanese men. He is so good with the baby, and it is evident she loves him dearly. She calls him Poppa. He also really warmed my heart today in another way. He hurried and got Miyu ready for the day and went into his computer room and brought me pictures from yesterday that he had printed late last night. He had them in an album and everything. Oh, no!! I was trying to remain so distant and then he said, "Present. Keep. For you," and I melted. Juh is extremely shy. When I told Atsumi that she was lucky, she said Juh does a lot no one knows about. She later asked me was I "lucky with husband." I told her I certainly was, and she said, "Good! Lucky!!" She is a beautiful woman with her high cheekbones and warm smile. We could be great friends if thousands of miles and language didn't separate us.

We were off to Grandmother's coffee shop by 9:15. What a lovely lady she is. I wished a million times that we could sit down with coffee and talk. She had an altar set up at her house for her deceased husband and other relatives. She is also quite pretty, but has never remarried. Her house is traditional Japanese with the thin rolling walls, tatami mats, and cushions to sit on the floor. Its simplicity was beautiful. She served us a wonderful breakfast of hot, strong coffee, thick, crispy bread, a delightful salad, and a boiled egg. They knew I did not like a "real" Japanese breakfast because I told them nothing raw or fishy for me (I guess the raw eggs didn't count).

After we ate, we went back to the house and Atsumi dressed me in the most stunning kimono I have ever seen. I found out later that she is a professional kimono dresser, and that not everyone can do it. We took lots of pictures both inside and outside, and my good friend Juh printed them out for me before we left. It was a great experience.

Before we left again, I gave the family the presents I had brought to them. I didn't want anything from them because they had given enough, but they showered me with all kinds of presents-a fan with a stand, a silk scarf, a picture Grandmother had made, good luck charms that are popular here (homemade by Grandmother), a charm representing my birthday from the Great Buddha, and a doll for Kyleigh. I truly felt inadequate with the giving of my gifts. How much can one family do for a strange American woman?

They asked if I wanted to go to the oldest wooden building in the world. I knew it would be another shrine or temple, but I agreed. We then went to Horyuji Temple. Also on the grounds of the temple is Goju-no-To, which is the oldest five story pagoda in the world. Relics of Buddha are enshrined within the pagodas. There were also gardens and other structures. It ended up being quite a trip. There was also a museum that housed treasures from the worship at the Horyuji Temple. Many of the items dated back to the 7th-8th century. Those were some very old treasures! It was a great sight to behold.

After we finished strolling the temple grounds, we went to Kentucky Fried Chicken (where Manami works) in the mall. I was so glad they wanted to go there. It was great, and then we even shopped a little bit. I told them of something particular that I was looking for, and without saying a word, Juh takes off and we follow. We go to the car and ride for a long time. I had no idea where we were going, but then when we arrived he took me to shops that had what I was looking for. He is so eager to please, as is the entire family. I found the gift!

Miyu finally started really liking me and calling me by name. She'd look back at me and stick out her tongue or make a face. I had an amazing day with my "Gothic" friends. We got in this booth and took wild looking pictures. They bought me a little gift and wrote me a note telling me to please come back to visit. They treated me with so much respect! It made me feel great. Atsumi tries to talk with her bit of broken English. I try hard to understand with my little broken Japanese. The verbal communication was little, but the warm friendship was growing!

The time soon arrived to go back to the hotel. What had started out as a frightening experience, turned into one of the most extraordinary times that I have ever had. I tried to say through Uoo what the weekend had meant to me, but words were inadequate. They walked me back up to my room, and Atsumi and I embraced and cried. I felt like I was leaving my family behind again. They took me in, celebrated me, loved me, fed me, gifted me, and then gave me back. What an experience! I invited them to come to see me in America, and you know, Uoo just might. She has "dreams" in her head, has already passed her exams and been accepted into college for next year. Although she is "gothic," her warm, quiet manner is so charming. I will miss her greatly. Atsumi, Juh and the girls have won my heart. They are so in touch with one another, so settled, so normal. I am glad I saw the good side of a Japanese man. It was indeed an honor and a pleasure to be included as a part of their family for a short period. It is another experience that has yet again shaped and molded me a little differently than I was two days ago. I will not soon forget that lovely family.

Hearing,　But Not　Knowing

2004-11-27T01:14:00.000-08:00

I have entered the world of the strange and unusual. I 感not畝rs痰d亜をrd尾fうぁt居s米ンg再d。How度得sてゃtふぇ絵l?It is not fun to not know what is going on around you!!

I am with my host family in Yamatokoriyami for the weekend, and boy what a treat it has been. I feel like I am in the twilight zone. I know how my Hispanic students feel now. It is a horrible feeling to have things to say but no one understands you so you can't say them. I am using Manami's computer. She's 17 years old and the daughter of my hosts. They also have a precious 1 year old daughter named Miyu. The lady is Atsumi and her husband goes by Juh.　　A friend of Manami's is here whose name is Uoo. We were joined for a party tonight by other friends whose names I cannot tell you. They are precious and hospitable hosts and they have volunteered to host a Fulbright student (me!) for the weekend-- although I don' t know exactly why. There's no money for them. They just have to give up a weekend and entertain me!!

They picked me up this morning about 9:30. I was about sick by then. Remember that I met them at the reception that night when we arrived in the city, and I knew they spoke little English. Well, they did bring Manami's friend who speaks a little more, so that has helped. They took me to see the Great Buddha, and great it was. I have never seen such a huge Buddha. I watch people as they pray, and I am saddened. I hear all the things they say and believe, and it makes me want to cry. Manami goes to a religious high school and there is a huge temple that she prays at each day before going to school. The 1 year old already says, "Buddha! Buddha!" They believe so strongly that it seems so impossible to convert them to something that they have no faith in. This is a wide-open mission field.

The Great Buddha is part of Nara Park, or Deer Park. It is quite massive and we walked and saw many deer and more temples. We bought deer food and fed the dear. They would bump you from behind to make you feed them. The little girl, Miyu, started out being quite shy around me but by tonight she was kissing me good night in the mouth. She sure is cute. She has a lot of spunk like Kyleigh. We also walked in the old part of Yamatokoriyama, and it was charming. Houses are mixed with businesses on small, flower-lined streets that looked and felt like I'd stepped back in time. It's strange being here with strange people in this strange land.

After that, we went to the Rowhouse for Stubborn Craftsmen. Six craftsmen with exceptional skills have clusterd to enthusiastically preserve and cultivate traditional Japanese culture. The craftsmen make sumi (ink sticks for calligraphy), akahada-yaki (pottery), ittoh-bori (wood carvings from one piece of wood), Hando (glass beads), hyogu (paper mounting), and cha-sen (bamboo tea whisks). It was really fascinating watching the craftsmen at work, especially the pottery one.

Next, we visited the 100 Yen store where nearly everything is $1.00. I had been there, but I didn't tell them, and actually I found some things to buy. One can always find something at the dollar store. Everyone here loves the 100 Yen store. We also visited Manami's school and temple. It is huge- both the school and temple. Manami doesn't like school very much, and works at Kentucky Fried Chicken in the evenings.

When we got through at the school and temple, we went to their home. Juh's mother lives with them because his father is dead. She lives downstairs and they live upstairs. She was waiting on us. I found out later that she had purchased all of the ingredients for the meal tonight. We stopped on the way home and got several things-rice cakes stuffed with bean paste, cream puffs, and a cheesecake. Upon arriving home, Atsumi went right to work preparing supper. Cooking is her hobby. Manami (Mana for short) showed me to my room which is actually her room, so it is kind of cool being in a Japanese "Gothic" teenager's room. (Virgillia, you'd love these girls!) Mana also graciously allowed me to use her computer so I am able to write this blog tonight!

When it got time to eat, we mixed raw eggs in our cups to eat stir fry with. The food was cooked on the table and consisted of thin strips of beef, onions, mushrooms, tofu, lettuce, bean sprouts, and other things I couldn't recognize. I soon had my fill, but they cooked and ate a long time. After I ate, they told me to go bathe. Oh no!! It was that strange bath where you must bathe, and then get in the tub. I thought I had it figured out, but I didn't. It took me a while to figure out you had to wet the whole bathroom and that it would drain out. It was painful. Finally, it was ok, but it still was so scary. I have conquered eating with chopsticks and the commodes on the floor, so I guess I can conquer whatever else comes my way. I did eat the raw eggs, but I did not like them, no I did not, and I will not, Sherry I am.

When I got finished taking a bath and had no makeup on and was in my pajamas, we had company. I didn't know protocol, so I just went on out because they kept telling me to. Atsumi started feeding us one thing and another. I said to Uoo, "Gosh, there's too much food." She said, "We have party for you. Have lots of food for celebration!" I ate until I couldn't eat anymore. I refused the octopus balls and the rice cakes, but I ate plenty more. I drank two cups of strong coffee, so I probably won't sleep tonight.

I played with the two kids that Juh's friend brought. I guess they thought I was a funny looking toy. They were very sweet-ages 8 and 4. We all looked at one another's pictures, and that was good because we could see what we were saying. The grandmother (who is just 54) showed me her shamisen and played a little for me. She seems sweet, but very reserved. I wish I could talk to her. I have smiled so much my face hurts. I can see curiousity in her eyes, and I, too, am curious, but the barrier remains.

They said we will go to the grandmother's coffee shop for breakfast about 9 o'clock. After that, I think we are going to a big mall which suits me. I don't really want to see anymore temples or shrines. They really make me feel funny. It's really hard to understand a religion and belief so different from mine. Because Nara is the oldest capital, there are many, many temples and shrines. It is steeped in history.

I don't know if I will be able to sleep. This is indeed the strangest thing I have ever done. They are working so hard to make it pleasant for me, and while it isn't unpleasant, it is certainly uncomfortable. They are so warm and giving that I know it will be ok tomorrow and I might even be saddened to leave them. I feel connected to the all three of the girls, some to Atsumi, but none to Juh. Maybe it will be better that way. We return to the motel tomorrow night. Remember when things get tough your world could seem like ティsアンd用を鵜ldnotkのwうぁt亜ny尾根wasサインg亜d和はtを鵜ld用度てぇン? Thank goodness it is not and good night!!

Koriyama Senior High

2004-11-26T23:37:00.000-08:00

Today we visited Koriyama Senior High School. Again, the warm welcome and opening was overwhelming. We were each presented with a gift from the school, necklaces for the girls and tie pins for the guys. Koriyama Senior High School was established in 1893 and is the oldest high school in the Nara prefecture. It also has the largest number of applicants and is the most competitive school in Nara. Students in Japan must apply for the the high school they wish to attend. They cannot always attend the school of their choice. The student population is 1,242 with 80 faculty members. There are more men faculty members (65%) than women! I thought that was unusual. The classes are quite large, often numbering close to 40. This year all 3rd year students (seniors) plan to go on to a university. The principal stressed that the school values both academic and physical development of the students The school building was a beautiful four story building with open courtyards and many flowers.

The school has 5 periods of 65 minutes each. The teachers said that they really need that much time and feels it makes a better class. As was in middle school, the students have a break between each class, and they clean near the end of the day. There are many activities after school such as Kendo Club, sports, Tea Ceremony Club, Enlgish Club, Brass Band Club, and Archery Club (Kyudo). These students choose to stay each day after class and practice. The baseball team practices often until 9-10 o'clock. They are well known for their baseball team because they have had 11 students to play for a professional team. They have had the same coach for 43 years!! We met him and he is a great fellow. He gave us a Japanese official team ball with their school name on it.

Extra classes are offered in the morning and late in the evening, as well as during long holidays. Many 3rd year students elect to take these classes in order to improve their scores on the college entrance exam. Can you imagine students attending school when they didn't have to? It wouldn't happen often in America.

The first class I attended was Kendo (Japanese fencing). At Koriyama Senior High, each student must take Kendo in PE--both girls and boys. It was amazing to watch them warm up and prepare to "do battle." Later in the day when we observed the club activities (they meet daily after school and 83% of the students are involved in them!), we saw them doing the fencing. It was totally amazing. I got some video of it and many pictures. I didn't realize it was so violent!! It was something to see!! We also observed the Judo Club, and they were also really throwing each other around. I believe there's much aggression that comes to the surface in the Japanese students during these activities. They are extremely intense while performing the activities. They gave us each a Japanese fencing scarf.

I attended two or three English speaking classrooms. One classroom (World Communication) had a guy from Colorado. Boy, was I glad to hear him speak. In his class, we got in groups and talked to the students. It was fun to hear them struggling to answer our questions in English. Actually. they spoke pretty well! In another English class, the teacher was attempting to teach subject/verb. The students really didn't appear to be actually getting it. It was not as exciting as the other class.

In the Home Economics class, they were making books to send to children in Zimbawe who do not have books. They were 3-D books sewn with felt and other items added to it. The students would finish their projects within 4 periods. If you could see these books, you'd wonder how in the world they could finish in such a short period of time. They were made in English.

We visited math and science classes. At least today they weren't trying to burn the school down in the lab. Yesterday, it was wild in the lab. They had fire and matches and were literally playing with the matches. The teacher said they trust the students and that they did not pay enough attention to safety. The math classes tended to be dry and boring.

We were served cake by the HE department in the evening. They are so courteous and served us so graciously with such pride. The cake was good, and I do not turn down anything that is edible because I don't know what the next thing I get will be.

The evening observation of the club activities was the highlight of the day. The English Club members were our hosts, and they presented us with three different gifts that they had made themselves. I will always treasure them. We visited baseball, Kendo, track and field, the brass band, Judo, archery, and the Sado (tea ceremony). This is the second tea ceremony I have had the pleasure of attending. It is simply amazing.

The last thing we did was hear a performance by the Koriyama Senior High Brass Band Club. They took our breath away! They have won many competitions. They choose to practice SEVEN days per week. We interacted on one song. They had worked very hard on the performance for just twenty American educators. The whole day was humbling because Koriyama Senior High students and faculty had done so much to welcome us and to prepare for us. I wonder what we would do if we had Japanese educators to come to our schools in Cullman County. Would we be as welcoming? Would we be as happy as the teachers here are to have some strange looking and acting person in our classroom? I would hope we would be. We parted again with heavy hearts knowing that we'd not pass this way again. As I waved for the last time at the girl in the English Club that I had befriended, a tear rolled down my cheek. Yes, I believe this is a trip that will change lives.

I will be out of range for a couple of day. My host family picks me up in the morning for an overnight visit. I will stay until the evening of the next day. It is very scary, as there is little English spoken in their home. They are ready and willing to have me, so I am ready and willing to try to have a good time. I may be able to catch up on the blog the night I return. If I don't, we will be gone and unable to email for another couple of days. It will be a real adventure that I will tell you about later. Remember me in your prayers--the time here has grown long. Love to all. :)

I'm Famous & Having Fun in Koriyama Middle School!!

2004-11-25T21:35:00.000-08:00

Exciting news!! I made a Japanese National paper!!! A photographer was at the window snapping pictures when I ate with the first graders yesterday, and it was in the paper today. There are so many people taking pictures and interviewing us, that I didn't think anything about it. It was sort of exciting. The article is all in Japanese and I have copies.

We went to Koriyama Junior High School today where we were warmly greeted when we got off the bus. There were fresh flowers all over the campus which is built around an open courtyard (this is the norm) and it is a pretty school. The school is the oldest Jr. High school here--being built in 1947. It has a student population of 715 with a faculty of 54. Classes are rather large and crowded for the most part. Of course, the students all wore uniforms and slippers.

It was another winner of a day-exhausting, but great!! We first attended a welcoming ceremony attended by the entire student body and faculty. They clapped as we entered and went to the stage. We had to introduce ourselves and where we were from in Japanese. What an awesome performance the students had prepared for us! I keep wondering if it can get any better, and then it does. They sang, played the drums, and did a beautiful dance performance. It was touching to be so honored and welcomed.

The principal was extremely personable. He talked to us about encouraging the students to be considerate of others and said that he believed that hands-on experiences are very important. He said that some parents do not raise their children right and that caused many problems (sound familiar?). He said they are offered many opportunities to participate in activities so they would have "dreams for the future." Remember --that is the same phrase the elementary principal used. It must be on a list of state goals or something! He said that they wanted the students to grow healthy in mind and body, so they make an effort to have colorful and fruitful PE classes that are very active (and we observed that they are indeed very active).

After the welcoming ceremony, we were allowed to freely visit classrooms until lunch. I loved this. The students stay in their homeroom all day, and the teachers move classes. The teachers have a large workroom with desks lined up, and they do their planning there. I would hate to have to move rooms all day. They said they couldn't imagine making the students move rooms!
I visited some extremely active classrooms. I first found an 8th grade English classroom and met a wonderful teacher, Mr. Fukunishi. He let me help him teach. I asked questions in English and the students answered. It was lots of fun. I gave out stickers when they got the questions right. I also passed out the pen pal letters from my students in this room. They were so excited to get them. They all had some American money attached to them and a sticker of Alabama. Mr. Fukunishi said they may be slow to answer, but that they would answer. In another classroom, the students sang a song to us, "Best Friends," and it was beautiful. Then four of us teachers sang a couple of Christmas songs to them. They went wild and did not want us to leave. In another classroom, I helped them locate Alabama on a map and we talked about what agricultural products are grown there. Then we identified major American cities and what they're famous for (Detroit-cars, etc.). The students loved us being there, and if the teacher would allow, we always interacted with them. Some could speak English and some could not. This was true with the teachers, also.

The students had 10 minute breaks after each class. No, there was not a snack bar; they just went crazy in the halls during this time. One of their teachers asked how our students got prepared for the next class without a ten minute break. It's so stange how whatever one does, it seems like the right thing. I would hate all that time between classes.

At lunch I again ate with a class--this time 8th graders. Oh boy, were they the most active class I have seen all day. The teacher did not speak English, so I couldn't get much info. Everyone here brings his/her own lunch. They have them in pretty little bags. There was lots of rice and strange looking things that I have been trying to eat. My lunch was delicious sandwiches for a change-no fish, no seaweed, no rice. I enjoyed it. After lunch--the students cleaned the school--commodes and all!!! I wish we'd do that!!

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, the school just meets for four periods and then has activity periods. The activities include the English Club, sports, art, Kendo, music, computer, and the Tea Ceremony Club. I choose to go to the Tea Ceremony. It is a very precise and exact art which very few Japanese are trained in. It was quite lovely. We sat on the floor, watched the preparation of the tea, was served cake and then tea, bowed a lot and said funny words! I was glad I was able to attend. There was even a male student who helped. Afterwards I was able to attend part of the music class. There was a brass band composed of only middle school girls and they were great!! They have won lots of awards in competition. It was strange that there were no guys. Girls are allowed to do Kendo, but not allowed to play tennis. I really don't understand that!

It was such a fascinating day that its hard to remember it all. We all got together for a group picture after the question/answer session with the teachers---the Fulbright teachers, the Koriyama teachers, and as many students as we could fit it. It was great fun!!

Today was my Thanksgiving. I cried this morning because it is so hard being away and being with these strange people in this strange culture. I was on the stage once when I started crying because they were talking about the American custom of Thanksgiving. We all have so much to be thankful for in America and being here makes me realize that even more. I thank God for all of you, because if you're reading this, you have to love me some!! Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night (oyasumi nasai).

Koriyama Minami Elementary School Visit

2004-11-24T23:11:00.000-08:00

Today was truly one of those terrific days that I will always remember. We visited the Koriyama Minami Elementary School in Yamatokoriyama. We were greeted by the principal upon arriving and led to the front of the school to watch the school children arriving. What at delightful sight!! They were all dressed in their cute little uniforms and all politely said to us, " "Ohayo gozaimasu (good morning)." They all walk to school and usually in groups. Only the kindergarten kids are accompanied by their mothers. They wore hats and mostly blue and white uniforms. I took lots of pictures because they were just all too cute!

We then took our shoes off, put our slippers on, and was led into the building. We met the teachers and was given a warm welcoming speech by the principal. Afterwards the principal led my group of five teachers around to various classrooms. We saw extremely active learning environments everywhere we went. It was definitely a student-led learning environment. In one classroom, the students were deciding if they liked summer or winter the best. When they decided on winter, they wore a blue cap, and for summer they wore a red cap. They were having a discussion and writing reasons on the board. The teacher was a part of the activity, but not the main part. It was quite interesting. We did not interact with the teachers or students at this point--just observed.

Next, we went to the gym for a welcoming assembly. They had a big welcoming sign for us and they clapped as we entered the gym. They sat on the floor and we sat to the side on chairs. The presented the cutest program to us. They sang, presented a drum performance, took a quiz on the U.S. by standing if they thought certain questions were true or false. We got to give them the answers. One little boy close to me kept trying to make me give him the answers. They sang their school song and Do-Re-Mi. They must like that song in Japan because we sang it at the reception upon arriving here.

We were allowed free observation for about an hour. I first went into a Japanese classroom. They were playing a game with cards. It looked interesting. The groups would run to the board after they slapped a card and mark a point for their group. The teacher was reading something to them. It was noisy, but I truly believe learning was taking place. Each class was decorated beautifully and simply delightful to observe. Each had a colorful bag hanging with his/her PE clothes in them and each had an umbrella in the stand. The organization was amazing.

We then moved on the the preschool. We were met by some eager children there. One little girl ran up to me and handed me some bright yellow leaves. I put them in my name tag pocket. We then moved on into the preschool. It was nothing short of fascinating. It had an open courtyard with kids everywhere. Each teacher through grade 2 is required to be able to play the piano and sing, so each teacher had a piano in her room. The kids in the first room (3 year olds) were skipping to the music of the piano that was played by their teacher. Two different kids came to me, took my hand and had me skip with them. Each time I lost one of my slippers. They really thought that was funny. In the kindergarten room, the students sang us a song and taught us the movements to it. There was such evidence of learning everywhere. They had many items displayed that they had made. I could've stayed here all day, but I had to move on after a while.

Next, each group went to a different 6th grade class for a presentation. They presented different things about Japan to us, then they asked us a related question about America. For instance, they presented the history of the cherry tree, then asked us what kind of flowers we have where we live. They had to record our answers. It was a great presentation, so organized and so informative. The students were totally in charge of the presentation. The teacher never moved nor spoke, even if they messed up.

The preparation of lunch was truly a sight to behold. The students eat in their rooms and they are responsible for getting all the food. They got on their white aprons and white hats (yes, they wore them!) and they ran around like little busy bees carrying pots and milk bottles, as well as containers of rice and fish. It happened so fast, you couldn't really see all of it. A respresentative from the class we were to eat with came to the library to get us. My little girl was so adorable. We connected right away. By the time I got to the 1st grade classroom they had the food all on their trays. I wish I could say that it was food I could eat, but it wasn't. It was rice with seaweed, soup that had fish in it, and a piece of fish. It was all fishy tasting. I talked to the students a little with my limited Japanese. They loved us being there and at one point, got so excited that they knocked a desk over. After they finished eating, they immediately started cleaning up. Now, the teacher is no where to be found. They simply know what to do and do it. They had buckets for the left over food, places for the trays, and a place for everything else. In no time at all, they had the room back in order. They then had a short break. The little girl who had gotten me for lunch, wanted me to go out and play with her. I had to find my "real" shoes. Then we went out and jumped rope, jumped barrels, and climbed up banks. It was "REAL" fun (it really was!). This little girl's name was Mana and I just fell in love with her and she with me! When the next bell sounded, we went in and she hugged me tightly. I had given her a Japanese business card of my and she was clinging to it tightly. The next period was clean up time. You would be amazed!!! Every child got buckets and brooms and began cleaning. They swept the yard, the sidewalks, and the rooms. It was just amazing to watch them work. Mana was sweeping. I took a couple of pictures from the second floor. She kept waving and waving and finally I went down to tell her sayonara one last time. When I got down, she hugged me and cried. I cried too. I can't really tell you how emotionally draining that was for me. I don't know why we connected, but I know we did and I know it was a precious, sweet moment. It was one of those times that you wish would go on and on, yet you know it will pass and never come again in the same fashion. I think the realization that I would not see her again, combined with the feeling that for whatever reason, she needed me, was more than I could stand. I signed that I loved her and she shook her head. We hugged many times. As I left her , I cried again. I would take her home with me in a minute if I only could. One teacher told me to get over it, that I was just missing my grandchildren (she's my friend, but that wasn't very friendly). Maybe, maybe, that is part of it, but I know there was more. When I connect with someone, I usually do it quickly, but not usually in Japan. Mana and I connected and it was very hard on both of us.

We next went back to the gym for a presentation by the third grade. I didn't think it could get any better, but it did. They clapped and waved as we entered. They treated us like celebrities. They told us about Yamatokoriyama being famous for the goldfish scooping contest. Then they showed us the correct way to scoop them with the cutest presentation. Alas, they had pools set up and we had a goldfish scooping contest. I had a tutor assigned to me. She was very shy, but she stuck to me like glue. I scooped 23 goldfish on the practice round and all the kids were so excited. A poi is used, and when it breaks, your scooping is over. Well, during the real contest, my poi broke after scooping up only 7. It was really a lot of fun. Everyone just loves to do it. They presented us all with certificates. I didn't win, but I had a ball chasing the fish!!

At the end of the day, we had a question/answer session with the teachers. They were very reluctant to talk. The principal kept calling on this one teacher in a sweat suit to answer all the questions. I suppose he was their Marty (Coach Hardman at Fairview) because he was willing to try to answer every question. I smiled to myself thinking about that. It was not as informative as I would have liked it to be. I asked about the active learning I had observed. The principal said that it was part of the Japanese reform in education to have more student involvement in learning and less teacher-led lessons (lectures). They have discovered while their students work very well as groups as we had observed, they didn't have much ability to think for themselves. They're trying to solve that problem now.

WOW!! What an emotionally and physically draining day. We all used up all our film and batteries. No one dreamed of having that much to film. It was sad to depart knowing we'd not be back. All the teachers lined up and waved us off. Everywhere we go we are greeted upon arriving and waved off upon departing. It makes one feel great! Tomorrow we're off to middle school (7-9, they call it junior high). I hope it is as interesting as today. Someone said, "You know, you really need to be an elementary teacher." I told them that I couldn't for the simple reason that I invest too much of myself in my kids, and I can't take it emotionally at a lower level. It is late, and I hope my ramblings make sense and don't have too many mistakes in them. When I type, I don't have time to go back and proof it like it needs to be. Stay tuned and maybe I will have time to add some pictures. I have great ones!

Supper was not wonderful. Meri ate eel and she was so happy. I ate a little rice, drank a little unsweet tea, ate two shrimp and two pieces of vegetables, and for $16 was not so happy! I came back to the room and ate a chocolate bar. I am getting a stash of food now!! Konbanwa!!!

Visiting, Fishing, and Dying in Yamatokoriyama

2004-11-23T04:46:00.000-08:00

Konnichiwa from Yamatokoriyama City in Nara, Japan. Today was out first day to explore the city. The breakfast was great--pancakes, eggs, sausage, fruit, and delicious pastries. I ate a bunch because I knew the likelihood of me getting anything good for lunch was slim (little did I know how slim). Yamatokoriyama is an interesting town. It has a population of about 95,000 people and about 140 industries in an industrial park including Panasonic and Sharp. They also depend a lot on farming. They have a local farmers' market and it sells out nearly as quickly as they unload. The streets are not unlike Cullman. They're small and friendly with little stores along the way. It's such a refreshing change from Tokyo. There are two interesting things about Yamatokoriyama. The deer here are considered National Treasures and they roam freely in Deer Park. The deer population is about 1,800. If anyone kills a deer, it is considered a capital crime. A hole is dug, they are put in it, and stones are thrown on them until they die (this is what we were told-I'm not making it up). The deer are very friendly, coming up to you to eat if they think you have anything. The other thing the city is known for is being the goldfish capital of Japan. They produce and sell about 80 million goldfish annually. They even have a goldfish competition where they see who can scoop up the most goldfish. The record is 61 goldfish in 3 minutes. I have a scooper and some film of children practicing. Adults and children practice at stores. The goldfish are outside in big tubs and anyone may practice there. It's strange, but kind of neat.

We met with the mayor this morning. He was a personable gentleman. He had each of us a gift bag, so we all liked him!! He told us that a couple of problems they face is the aging population with so few babies being born and the lack of industrial growth. The aging problem had already been mentioned to us. Japanese are marrying late, or not marrying at all, and are usually having just 1-2 children. This is causing problems because they have more old people than anyone else.

Next, we visited the Superintendent and the Board of Education. The Board members never said anything, but we had a question/answer session with the superintendent. He is a former P.E. teacher. I asked him what he thought was the main 2-3 problems facing Japanese education. He said they had a big problem with students who did not want to come to school (truancy- even though he didn't use the word). He also said they have a problem with middle school students not behaving as they should. Then he said the biggest problem was that "young people do not have dreams in the future." He meant that they are not goal-oriented--that they're not looking to their future and deciding now what they want to do with it. Isn't that so true? That's what I tell my students all the time--set goals and go for them!! Now I find out this is also a problem in Japan! We had a great discussion about a lot of issues. We all hated to see it come to an end. It was by far the best meeting we've had.

We ate our lunch there. I can't even begin to describe the horror or it. It was a Japanese box lunch. It was wrapped beautifully and looked great when you opened it, but it was full of terrible food. There was raw salmon, a snail, tofu, seaweed, and rice with millions of tiny fish
on top whose little eyes were all looking up at me begging me to release them. I took a picture of it--not so I would remember it, but just so you could see how pretty horrible food can look. There was one piece of a potato in it that I liked and that is all. I moved the little fish and tried to eat the rice, but everything was cold, so it was not good anyway. They brought some of that horrible, bitter green tea-remember-no taste, no color, no sugar, no nothing. I really have been open-minded and tried to like some different things, but I just can't. I left hungry.

After lunch, we went to the flea market where they were pounding rice cakes. They put a bunch of rice in this huge bowl and used a very big mallet and pounded on the rice, adding a little water now and then. We were allowed to pound for a while. I can't say it was fun, but it was interesting. When we got is all pounded, they rolled it in balls, put something brown on it, and served it to us. I thought that this was my chance to get a little something to eat. How wrong can I be?? That junk stuck to my throat like paste. It was horrible. Now, remember that this is just my opinion. The Japanese people consider them quite a treat as does Meri. I love rice (well, I used to!), but it is not my thing. We also saw them pop some rice. I have pictures of that, too. I just got a little taste of the popped rice, and it was good (nice and crunchy and sweet).

We had a few minutes at the flea market. I found the cutest group of girl scouts painting pictures. I took pictures of them. The kids here are so darling. Some are shy and do not want to be photographed, but most don't mind. After the flea market, we went to a replica of the Koriyama Joshi (castle). The moat and rocks from the original castle are still in place, but the replica was built of styrofoam to help celebrate Yamatokoriyama's 50th year as a city of its own. The castle played a big part in its history back in the time of samurias and warlords.

We went to the Hakomoto Kan Konya Dye Factory next. I didn't think this would be interesting, but we had a great time there. This is where they dye things with indigo dye. The process of growing the indigo plants was explained to us. It's really a complicated process. It takes about three months to dry the indigo leaves out, then they have to start feeding them lime, bran, and sake to keep them fermenting. When a bubble forms (the flower) the vat is ready for dying. It smelled horrible in the fermenting room where the actual dying takes place. Well, guess what we got to do? We designed and dyed our own scarf/bandana. It was such fun!! I didn't want to do it at first, but when we all got into it, we loved it. Everyone designed their own and they were all so beautiful. I can't wait to show mine off. I put some flowers on it of course!

Afterwards, we headed on back to the motel. A Fulbright professor wanted us to go eat sushi with him. I told them all they could do what they wanted to do, but tonight I was eating something that wasn't raw and something that I could recognize. So seven of us went somewhere else to eat. Meri even went with me even though she loves sushi dearly. She is so kind! I have watched her eat so much pure raw meat. It just turns my stomach to think of it! I had the most wonderful salad, fries and hamburger!! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Eileen said she was glad to see me enjoying food. You know, I don't even really like a hamburger much, but it was so wonderful!

Well, another day closes. We're off to the elementary school tomorrow to spend the day. That should be fun. I am so enjoying the slower pace here. We have a small bus, and there's just the 20 people to organize. The week is passing quickly. Sayonara!

On to Yamatokoriyama, Nara

2004-11-22T21:45:00.000-08:00

There are some things I forgot to tell yesterday. First, the Shinjuki Station has 1.4 million people to pass through it a day. It is so busy. There are many lines which meet there because it is the major station to all parts of Japan. It is so easy to get lost. Everyone is rushing in their little suits with their little brief cases . It's fascinating just to watch. This is a lifestyle I do not envy. One other thing that I forgot is about Mt. Fuji. When it last erupted, there were 36 families living below and all were killed. Our guide said now there are 1,000 families waiting to get killed when it erupts again (and it has recently began rumbling). I believe I would move!! The last thing is that we did see something interesting at the flea market. There is a temple there and a family was dedicating (I suppose that is what you call it) their 5 year old son to Buddha. Girls are dedicated at 7. The mother and son were dressed in formal Japanese dress. They appeared to be a rich family as was evidenced by their dress and jewels. I have pictures I will share later. In fact, if I had time I could add pictures here. I have such little spare time!

Today was transfer day for the groups of 20 to the various prefectures, or states. Nara is the state I am going to and Yamatokoriyama (population I believe of about 100,000) is the host city. I am staying in Nara City (population 300,000) because there was not a motel meeting the standards of FMF in Yamatokoriyama, but they are still our host city. We took a bus to the train station, then we had a two hour ride on the Bullet Train to Kyoto (a former capital of Japan-beautiful with lots of temples and shrines). With no time to visit Kyoto, we took a bus into Nara City (also a former capital). The ride was pretty. It looks more like Cullman with small farms along the way and a city with not so many big buildings as Tokyo. We stopped at Nara University of Education. There we met with the President and other officials, had a tour of the campus, then we had a question and answer session with the President, students, and college professors. We didn't solve any of the problems both countries face involving teacher education, but it was interesting.

We left there and had just enough time to drop our luggage at our new hotel, Mitsui Garden Hotel, before heading out for a big reception with the mayor, other city officials, and our host families that we will stay with in Yamatokoriyami.. It was scary for two reasons--I was the first to introduce myself in front of everybody (in Japanese) because I am a Bailey, and we were meeting our host family and didn't know if they spoke English. Well, I made it through the introduction but I didn't fare so well with my family. The 17 year old daughter, Manami, and her mother, Atsumi, were there. Manami speaks a little broken English and I know a few Japanese phrases, so it was awkward. We shared pictures and made motions and acted crazy. They also have a one year old daughter. That excited me because I have missed Kyleigh so much. They said she runs and falls all the time--just like Kyleigh. They were very sweet and beautiful. The woman is 44, but looks about 20. They are going to take me to Kyoto when I visit on Saturday and Sunday. Food was the other issue. They asked what I liked. I said chicken and beef. It is so dangerous to like fish here. I like fish--but not raw fish. We had everything raw last night. They kept putting bowls in front of me and I kept moving them further. Finally, when they seemed excited about this little ball of food, I decided to eat it. After putting it in my mouth (it felt like a raw oyster), I found out it was octopus. Now, I have eaten octopus, but it was fried. I finally found a little custard (about 1/2 ounce) and ate two of them. I had some pot roast but it tasted awful I think maybe I just do not like the spices they use. I love Chinese food, but this is really different. After the reception (which was quite fancy!!), we said our goodbyes. I am a little nervous about the visit. It's hard to communicate in different languages. The girl works at Kentucky Fried Chicken. I stressed that I LOVED chicken!! Maybe I will get some at their house. It's an adventure waiting to happen.......

We came back to our motel. I couldn't get lights on, or the water off. It's different and yet another adjustment. I figured it out, though, and hooked to the Internet rather easily, so that excited me. I called Darrell and talked to him, so that was nice. Some of the ladies went up to the public bath here. I told them I am not that oriented to the Japanese way yet. I stayed in my room and tried to get straightened out. This is a much smaller room. There are no drawers, so I guess you live out of your luggage which barely fits.

We're touring the city tomorrow and visiting a castle and a dye factory. It should be a good day. Sayonara, mata aimasho (good-bye, until we meet again).

Flea Market and the Tokyo National Museum

2004-11-21T22:36:00.000-08:00

Konnichiwa!!

Today was another free day. We decided that we needed a bit less structure than yesterday. I'm telling you--Sergeant Major's cousin was hard on us! We met for breakfast about seven, then Meri and I came back upstairs to send some pictures while we waited on Debbie (Alaska) and her friend Dee to call us so we could join them in going to the flea market. Meri is an artist so she wanted to look at prints; I wanted to look for gift items; and Debbie just loves flea markets, salvation army stores, and thrift stores. She's gone to all of those here. We walked, or at least we tried to walk there. These streets are so confusing!! Yes, we got lost again. When you ask a Japanese for help, they always scratch their head and then think real hard. They usually cannot tell you what you need to know unless they can speak a bit of English. It's hard for them, too, because they want to help.

While we were searching, we felt rumbling. We were above the Shinjuku Train Station and thought it was the subway system we felt. Later when they took us off a car because of a wreck caused by the earthquake, we knew what we had felt. I guess it was exciting to experience an earthquake in Tokyo, but truthfully our little one in Cullman was more exciting becuase of its rarity.

The flea market was rather disappointing. It had "junk" but not the junk we were looking for. I did find an old abacus I wish I had bought. The kimomos were high priced. I really want another for our Kabuki production, but I may have to make it. Debbie and Dee wanted to find another flea market, but Meri and I wanted to go to the National Museum and the beautiful Ueno Park area. It is one of the "gotta see" spots in Tokyo. Well, I sure wish everyone had not chosen today to "gotta see" it. It's just crowded everywhere you go here. The museum was great. They had pieces dating centuries back. It was amazing.

I got to eat sort of a real sandwich, a few fries and a tiny coke for lunch. IT WAS SO GOOD!!! Meri order a rice salad. It didn't look bad. Then we stopped at a 105 Yen store and bought some candy and cookies. The exchange rate for yen is nearly the same as our US dollar, so we are good at converting. You just have to move the decimal point when you purchase something.

Tokyo National Museum is the oldest and largest museum in Japan. It collects, houses and preserves art and archaeological objects from all of East Asia with focus on Japan. It also conducts research and organizes educational events relating to its collection. There were five exhibitions galleries, as well as outdoor exhibits and a garden for visitors to gather to enjoy the surrounding beauty. Today was beautiful, warm and sunny with just the right amount of crispness in the air. The leaves were breathtaking at the park. They are in peak season right now.

We enjoyed exploring at a slow pace. They certainly had a lot of interesting objects. My favorite was two folding screens depicting Kabuki. When we got to the gift shop, there were the miniature Kabuki screens. They were so cute that I bought one. Afterwards, we walked in the park a bit taking in its beauty. There were homeless in boxes everywhere. Japan does not address this social issue. It's something they're going to have to face before too long.

At the museum we tried to order dessert and coffee at a little coffee shop. They would not serve us, and we could not understand why. We left, laughing all the way. When we came back through Keio mall, I purchased food to bring home. Four o'clock will come early in the morning. I have been here a week, but it seems like a year. Oyasumi nasai -good night!! :)

Part 2: The Day That Kept on Giving & Toilets on the Floor

2004-11-21T21:10:00.000-08:00

Let's see. I left off at the top of the look-out for Mt. Fuji--4,000 ft above sea level.--and the day kept on giving. Next, we went back down part of the way into the valley and stopped to eat. We had Tempura which is a fried or grilled lunch (suits me). I had shrimp (only one big grandfather one), a small piece of grilled chicken, a piece of brocolli, a carrot, soup (no crackers, no cornbread, slurp it please) and two teaspoons of noodles (slurpped up also). Oh, how could I forget? I had the tiniest, thinnest sliced piece of dessert you've ever seen. I couldn't really get a taste of it, but it was kind of pretty from what I could see. I'm telling you, they eat "small" here. When I have more food, it's usually food I don't especially like. I am not going hungry. Guess I am staying too busy.

Today was a day of Japanese toilets--you know--they're on the floor. You know what's funny-the Japanese will not use a Western toilet. When the restroom has both, they will wait for a Japanese one to open up. It's not so bad. I suppose it's just what you're use to. I wouldn't want to get use to it.

After we ate we had a boat cruise on Lake Hakone, enjoying the picturesque and serene natural beauty of the crater lake. It was formed when each time the volcanoe erupted, it kept falling into itself. We were aboard a pirate ship. There were cute paddle boats all over the lake in the shape of swans. It was an enjoyable ride. When we got off the boat, we had to hurry to our next destination, a gondala ride on the Hakone Ropeway while enjoying a breathtaking view of the volcanic Hakone Mountains over the Owakudani Boiling Valley. This is an ancient crater where sulfurous fume reeks and clouds of steam rise from the crevasses. It was really a sight and also really a smell if you know what sulfur smells like. I got good pictures that I will share. We also saw our first Onsen, or hot spring bath. Onsens are very popular in Japan and sought after by tourists.

We had time to shop at the top of the Hakone Mountain, and the day just kept on giving-- we boarded the bus to go back down the mountain. By this time it was dark and both Mickey and Sherry were winding down. Mickey was a great tour guide, enthusiastic and always full of suprises. He passed out oragami paper and we made an erupting Mt. Fuji. He also gave us a sumurai hat already made and a paper to practice on. He gave us a beautiful postcard of the area. He was an excellent teacher. He loved the history of his country and it showed. Sometimes I wish we showed as much love and enthusiam for our country as the Japanese seem to for theirs.

But alas, the day goes on. After about 1 hour and thirty minutes, we arrived at the Bullet Train station. With a wave and last minute instructions from Mickey, we boarded the Bullet Train for a fast ride that lasted about an hour. It is truly amazing how fast they are. They ride is extremely smooth and the seating is assigned and comfortable. I was suprised. It is so unlike the subway where most of the time you have to stand up and hold on above your head to keep from falling---but that's the next part of the day that keeps on giving--

Our bullet train took us to Tokyo Station where there are millions of Japanese people (no lie) and a few white middle age women who could not figure out where to go. We wandered for a while hunting someone who could point the way. The language is certainly a barrier when you are lost. We wandered what seemed like forever--the day just kept on giving--and finally figured out which line and in what direction we needed to ride. It is not an easy task when nearly everything is written in Japanese. Anyway, we finally found the way and were packed in the car like sardines. It was not pleasant. We arrived back at Shinguku Station and a few of us decided we'd eat supper. I had a funny ommette with rice and sauce over it. I ate a little and was satisfied. I didn't really like it, but it was not the worst that I have had here!

And the day kept on giving--we got so lost!! We passed the same place four times. I was letting the others lead because I have no directionality. My legs and back hurt so that I could hardly walk. We did see Times Square, though. It is a beautiful part of town. I try not to get excited when we get lost and actually would enjoy it if my legs and back didn't hurt so from walking .

When I got to the Keio Plaza, I had to do all that bag packing for our transfer tomorrow morning. I will be going into Nara for a few days. It is different from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo. It never stops around here. I don't think anyone ever sleeps. We sent our big bag ahead today and will leave some things here. We can only have a small carry-on which had to be my laptop and cameras. This is hard on me because I am a detailed person who likes to have everything I need--just in case!

We'll about 1 in the morning the day that just kept on giving was over. I suppose technically, it ended at 12. We really had a blast--too many things happened to even remember. I laughed so hard that my ribs are sore. Eileen got stuck in the gate coming out of the subway station and I laughed until I cried. She was really funny all day. Avis, a African-American principal from Iowa, went with all of us. I really enjoyed getting to know her a little today. She added much to the group. She rooms next to me, but we're in different groups, so we've not really been together much.

I was really glad when the day quit giving. Everyone said we had really named it well--indeed we reallly got our money's worth out of the day. Mata aimasho --until we meet again!!

Mt. Fuji Here I Come or The Day That Keeps on Giving

2004-11-21T05:30:00.001-08:00

A group of us did the Mt. Fuji and Hakone Tour today. I was already so tired, but looked forward to an exciting day of viewing Mt. Fuji and surrounding areas. Today and tomorrow are days we are given to independently explore Tokyo. It was so hard to choose what to do, but who would want to come to Japan and not at least try to see Mt. Fuji? So off to the mountains we go. We were picked up here at our motel and then enjoyed a scenic tour of rural Japan. As we were driving along the Tomei Expressway, we had a panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean and the peaks of mountains at 8,000 ft altitude. It was our first look at rural Japan. You know how we grow little gardens in our backyards? Well, they grow little rice paddies. It is rather cute!!

The climb on the bus to Mt. Fuji was very winding and simply gorgeous. The people here drive crazy and on the wrong side of the road, too. They seem to know what they're doing and do not wreck, but it is hard to see how collisions are avoided. Our taxi driver going to the fish market never even stopped for a red light. It was like he was a man possessed!! Anyway, it was quite a ride up. We went to and elevation of 4,ooo ft. above sea level to see the mountain. When we were nearly there, we saw Mt. Fuji clearing from the clouds, so our little guide (who appeared to be, by the way, a first cousin of the Sergeant Major back at the hotel) let us stop for "five minutes only, please--no more--five minutes only--on schedule--five minutes only-back on bus--on up mountain!!" He meant business, but let me assure you that he did not prevent Eileen and myself from tearing down the road to get the best picture and staying a moment to relish the view before hearing "Mickey" (as we called him because he had a Mickey Mouse flag he waved up in the air so we could find him) yell for us to "come, come, we must go now--on schedule--see later." He said we were very fortunate because many people go up and never get to really view Mt. Fuji. By the time we arrived at the top, it was completely covered with clouds. We had fifty minutes (according to Mickey) to work our way back to the bus. We wondered around the shops and ate a biscuit that I thought had chocolate cooked in it that turned out to be some kind of beans. I was so excited, then I got choked and nearly died right in the shop. Meri said, Yummy, bean curd," and it just took my breath away. It did not taste beany until she let us know what it was. You know--she's the one who got hungry in the fish market with all those dead fish!! She is so much fun to be around, but her eating habits are sure different than ours.

I'll finish this later for remember--this was the day that never ended; however, now Sergeant Major says our luggage bound for our prefecture (state) has to be down in the lobby in a minute. We won't leave here until tomorrow morning, but they're shipping our luggage ahead of us. It was hard to pick out what to keep, as we will visit the University of Nara tomorrow and have a big reception before catching back up with our luggage. We will go by bus and Bullet Train to get to Nara.

Cullman Militant in Tokyo Organizes Women's Group/Kabuki Bound

2004-11-20T01:53:00.000-08:00

No, I really didn't organize a protest group, but I would love to. We had a speaker today on women and their roles in Tokyo. They are really treated so poorly. Men rarely go home and rarely participate in the raising of the children. They do not go out to do much as a family. The men stay out gambling and drinking at night after work and expect the woman to take care of everything else. The government does not want to subsidize day cares because they do not feel that the woman should be working. They are punished for taking maternity leaves by being passed up for promotions and getting pay cuts. Fathers even refuse to show affection toward their own children. The social norm is so rigid in Japan that it is sometimes hard for women to break away from it. As most of you know, I would not live in this kind of bondage. The women here just accept it as normal and go about their daily lives as if everything were normal. We didn't solve the problems, but it sure was an interesting seminar.

We saw a Kabuki performance this afternoon. It was great. First, it was explained to us about the different types of drama that exists in Japanese society. Then we were able hear a master of the shamisen play it. This is a three-stringed instrument looking somewhat like a fiddle or guitar. It is often played during Kabuki plays. Next, we got to see the woman put on her makeup for a performance. She did a dance while three instruments were played and two of the men sang at different times. Because we're going to attempt a Kabuki play, this was extremely valuable to me. I figured out (actually Meri told me) to use zinc oxide for the white makeup. I
took lots of pictures. Her kimono was especially beautiful. Hopefully Courtney and Anna will be able to choreograph their own Kabuki dance to the music I bought!! I can't wait to have tryouts for the play. We'll do that before Christmas.

Tonight we went out in Tokyo and got SO LOST. The bad thing about it is that no one understands you who can really help you. I truly felt "clueless in Tokyo." We went to the Oriental Bazaar and the 100 Yen Store (dollar store). It was great fun. Many FMFers (Fulbright Memorial Fund-ers) went, but I was with Maryanne, Debbie, her friend from Guam (Dee), and Meri. We had a blast. Debbie refused to eat anything else Japanese. She kept saying that she would eat a hotdog first (suited me!!). I tried to get them to eat at McDonald's, but to no avail. A hamburger is just $8 here!! We finally stopped at a pizza shop. It was the best food that I have had all week. No, I still haven't tried sushi. Meri said the fish market made her so hungry. She loves raw fish. That is where we part company. I acquired my first real Coke her today and to celebrate, I bought a Snickers bar. Both were only nearly 4 dollars! That's my kind of thing. So much better than raw fish full of parasites and no telling what else! Anyway, I must go. Mt. Fuji calls me early in the morning. Sayonara!

Thanks to Old Friends and New Friends/Homesick in Tokyo

2004-11-19T23:45:00.000-08:00

I got up feeling a bit blue this morning. Couldn't put my finger on it. It could be that I am oh so many miles from home, in a strange land, with strange speaking people, with people who do not believe as I do, and I received all of your lovely emails and suddenly I just wanted to cry. Go figure!! Who would want to cry on a free trip to Japan? I went on down to breakfast and as luck would have it, none of my "group" was there. They nearly all eat breakfast later than me. As I went to my first seminar, the blue feeling was still there. I sat down by someone I only vaguely knew. Then I heard Debbie (my Alaskan Native friend) say, "Get on back here with me!" Her smiling face always brightens my day. You know, no matter where we are or what we're doing, ultimately, we decide how we're going to feel. Then I look up and there is Meri, my sweet little Chinese-American friend waving and smiling. I smile back and my spirits lift. I will soon leave these new friends maybe to never see them again. I really don't like those prospects, either. I listen to stories about their homes and families and they listen to me. We bond quickly and tightly. Meri says that everywhere she goes she does this experiment. She finds that no one initially sits with her because she is a minority. Then she said along I came and totally blew her theory on our first night here by sitting down with her and offering her only what we can offer from the South--good ole Southern hospitality. These are precious times to cherish-- as are all moments in our lives. Thanks to all of you who have emailed me with cute, sweet, and encouraging notes. Thanks to you who are reading this web site--for allowing an old woman an audience to journal about her travels to. Thanks to Mrs. Mead and Mrs Vickery for following my travels with their classes. You're great! Thanks to all of my family who have so unselfishly put up with my adventures and whims for years --especially Darrell who is the most tolerant man alive. Thanks to Kristin who is sincerely missing me. Love to Mandi, Alyssa M, Brittnee "Break it all Caldwell", Brittney Cooper, and and all the others in my class. I sincerely miss all you guys!! Big hugs to Dusty's and Shelly's families. Kisses to all my grandbabies. A great BIG Konnichiwa (HELLO) all the great teachers and staff at Fairview Middle School. You'll never know how much I miss all of you and how important you are to me!! See ya soon. :)

The Tokyo Fish Market

2004-11-18T23:45:00.000-08:00

Ohayo gozaimasu!! (Good morning to you even though it is after 11 pm here!) What a day I have had. It was off at 4 am to the Tokyo Fish Market. There were probably 15 cab loads of us to go, and what an adventure it was. I can't wait to share the pictures. The fisherman bring the catch in early in the morning and then the fish are laid out in rows. Bidders come by and inspect them so they can bid on them in the auction. Some are totally frozen, but others are iced inside and have been kept cold on the boats. They are gutted and have a piece cut off the back so that the meat can be inspected. They also have a slice in the side of them. We're talking big fish here---average of about 175 pounds. There are many fish and lots of bidders, and they are not friendly. They use bars to pull the fish up to inspect the back. No one is authorized to enter the bidding area, but they don't tell you to get out. The area is incredibly busy. They have loaders running everywhere and I nearly got smashed 20 times. It is a frantic state of activity, and once the bidding takes place, the fish are hauled away instantly in carts. It was quite an experience and well worth getting up at 3:00 in the morning to see. We rode the subway line back to Keio Plaza.

When we got back to the motel, it was time for breakfast. Afterwards, we had some great speakers. The Vice Chairman of the Central Council for Education, Tsutomu Kimura, spoke to us about education in Japan. I found out lots that I didn't know. For instance, the more they lean toward Western ways, the lower test scores they have. More and more their attitudes about education are becoming more Americanized and that is not good. We also heard Mr. Takahiro Miyao, a Professor at the Center for Global Communications at the International University of Japan. He talked about Japan's economy. Of course, their big money makers are Nissan, Toyota, and Honda of which I own one of each. I didn't realize how much I was supporting the economy. The economy here is getting better after experiencing some problems for a few years.

We had lunch after that. My Alaskan friend, Debbie, said that we were in trouble because it was leftovers from last night. We had a good laugh about that. There are seasonings I just do not like here, not even counting the sushi! I ate some curried chicken that was good. I discovered tonight that I left the candy I had bought to bring---or else the maid ate it, because it is no where to be found! It depressed me. There are not many sweets here like we have at home.

Our last speakers had a sort of political debate with a moderator involved. One said that the present government had been in office for much too long. They kidded a lot good naturedly. One was a Diet member in the House of Representatives. The other was a former politician ( who said he didn't like politicians) and was now the Director of the Tokyo Star Bank. There were good points presented. There are many problems they are working on to solve in Japan, just like in the US.

Next, a man gave us three books, so I really like him. They will be great to use in my follow-on plan when I get back.

Tonight was dinner on our own, so a few of us went out and explored Tokyo. We ate funny food again with those funny chopsticks. The menu was entirely Japanese so it was anybody's guess what we ordered. We pointed to plastic food in the window. Here when you order an entree, everyone shares it. They bring you bowls and you dip in everyone's plate. I slurped the noodles(which is acceptable) and did not blow my nose at the table (which is unacceptable). I was able to do some shopping, but not as much as I would have liked.

We then wondered our weary bodies back to the hotel room to contemplate yet another exciting day in Tokyo. I finally got in touch with Darrell and talked to Kayla a minute. We have been using Instant Messenger, but until today I could not get a call through. Finally, I got an AT&T operator and told her not to hang up on me until I knew how to call. It is so complicated here! I booked a trip today to Mt. Fuji for Saturday, so that should be fun.

Gotta go and sleep a little before beginning again tomorrow. Sayonara!!

Green Tea, Toilets, Soups and the Drill Sergeant

2004-11-18T17:30:00.000-08:00

It's rather strange here. No, I have not experienced a truly Japanese toilet as of yet. I do believe I could master it if I had to though. However, the tole (toilet) in my room is rather strange. It allows you various kinds of spray. It's a very sanitary thing I suppose, but I do not choose to use its rather elaborate features. Last night, there was a warm toilet seat where we ate. Since it was chilly and raining out, it was rather nice. I thought about just sleeping there, but alas there were others waiting and Tokyo was calling, so I removed myself. I have fresh toothbrushes daily with tiny tubes of toothpaste. I am telling you--I could get spoiled for a little bit. Everyone here is so eager to please. They are always smiling and bowing. I smile and bow back. It seems to take me far.

In my room and everywhere we go to eat, there is green tea. Now don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with green tea. It's just not southern. It doesn't have ice; it doesn't have sugar; it doesn't have lemon; and it's hot. Mind you, other than the fact that it also doesn't have taste, there's nothing wrong with green tea. Seriously, green tea is good for you. I really do miss southern tea, though. I have not discovered any cokes anywhere, but I am sure they exist. I haven't had time to find them. No one thinks you want anything to drink besides water and that lovely green tea!!

We have soups a lot and we have not spoons (or crackers or cornbread either-imagine that). We do not have spoons--just chopsticks. What do you do, you might ask. Good question. You drink the stuff. You pick anything out of it that you can with the chopsticks, then you drink it. It's ok to bring the bowl close to your mouth to slurp out anything of substance in it. Everyone is doing it. It seems so ill mannered, but it is not here.

Now, we have a drill sergeant for a boss. She's kind of like my principal. Her name is Kyoko Jones, and she is the FMF (Fulbright Memorial Fund) program director. She told us that we would not be late, would not chew gum, would attend all programs, would pay attention and be respectful. She also said that she didn't know about habits of Americans, but glasses did not go in floor where they could get tipped over. She is quite a character. She is a small Japanese woman, very quiet-spoken, but meaning business with every word that comes out of her mouth. If I go out of a presentation to the bathroom, I must leave my name tags so they will know if I don't come back. Name tags must be worn at all times, or you don't get to eat. I wear mine at all time!! Eating is rather important to me, even if I can't identify the food I am eating. I just make sure it is cooked.

Anyway, it's 5 in the morning and I found that I had a bit of extra time for the first time, so I hope you have enjoyed hearing some of the small cultural experiences that I am having. I may try to bring Kyoko back to the classroom with me. I think she could really do some good.

It's strange here not having anyone to take care of but myself. Usually on my travels, I have students with me. It' a little lonely, but I have made such fabulous friends. It's been fun to watch the groups of teachers establish themselves. It's just like with my eighth graders, like kinds flock together. In my little group, there's Maryann from Conneticut who teaches science, Meri Lau (part Chinese) who teaches art, and Eileen who is an elementary teacher. Meri is young and has traveled worldwide. She's outspoken and kind. I like her. She is great as are the others. These are all women who will be with me as I go to my prefecture (state) Nara on Monday. I sat with Meri and Debbie, my Alaskan friend, yesterday during the meeting. Debbie has such a great sense of humor. We agree on so much. She will not be with me in Yamatokoriyama, Nara next week, so I will miss her.

Gotta go and get ready for breakfast. This is a good part of the day because we mix and mingle with lots of teachers and find out what all is going on. Out meetings start at 9:30 today, so that gives us a little more time. Dewa, nochihodo (see you, later). Mrs. B

Tokyo, Here I Am!!

2004-11-17T17:42:00.000-08:00

Wow!! There's just so much to digest, and so much I have seen that it's hard to tell it all. First of all, I am with the most incredible group of teachers. A young black woman (Portia) that I sat by in the plane has spent three years living in Africa cooking on a wood stove and living on the land. She had her son there. She had saved money and lived in a remote village. She had first volunteered to help there and then went back to live. I have met an ex-priest (Leeny) who left the priesthood to marry, had a bad marriage, and now is teaching. He makes fun of my accent (he's from Colorado) so we've had a few problems there but are working through them!! One of the ladies I have bonded most with lost a son in Iraq in April. She said now she knows that nothing worse can happen and there's some relief in that. Please remember her in your prayers. (Eileen from Florida). And I have met SUPREME. I have already told my students about Supreme. I really thought the emails were from a woman, but Supreme is a wonderful, young black man. He teaches 2nd grade in inner city Atlanta, Georgia. They are very poor there, and I know that he is a shining light for them. He does lots of exciting things and brings back to them. I think I have already mentioned my friend from Alaska, Debbie. We are kindred spirits. Maybe that's where I need to be when I am not there any longer. I have met Alaskans in Hawaii before and really bonded. They are my kind of people. Right now we are doing things in large groups. When we move to our individual prefectures next Monday, we will be in groups of 20. That will be nice.

The room here at the Keio Plaza is great. I have Kimonos and slippers provided and many amenities that are not in American rooms. I have fresh toothbrushes daily, a comb, a razor, hair twists, and hot tea at all times. Everyone here is so nice. I am sure glad I brought my instant coffee.

I did not sleep much last night. I got on the Internet and talked to my husband and Mrs. Mead by messenger and tried to catch up on my journaling. After that, I could not sleep. But today was great. We had a good southern breakfast with eggs, fruit and bacon. Then we boarded the buses for a sight-seeing tour of Tokyo. We saw the Supreme Court building, the Imperial Palace (from the bus), the National Diet of Japan (their government building), and a shrine, the Asakusa Kannon. I took lots of pictures that I will share. There were many people praying at the temple. They had this big incense burner where people would stand near and put the smoke all over them. It's supposed to be good luck. It sure was strange. Today was a beautiful day, about 70 degrees. We got to walk in the park around the Diet (my kind of thing) and at the temple we got to do some shopping. I didn't buy anything yet. I am just not sure what I want to buy as of yet. My bag weighed 71.6 pounds coming over. I really can't handle much more!! It was hard to pull it and my laptop bag at the same time. We also had lunch at a traditional restaurant where we used chopsticks and ate in the floor. Yes, it was quite a sight to see. I am doing quite well with the chopsticks. I really did not practice, but when it comes to eating, I have found a way to get it to my mouth. We had fish mixed with vegetables, rice, soup, and an unsweet egg custard. It was unusual to say the least. I was able to eat everything but the egg custard--it needed to be sweet. One of the ladies that went with me last night (a sweet Chinese girl named Meri) loves raw fish. That is what she ordered. I was encouraged by our sweet little guide to try it, but I could not. I ate chicken kabobs. They were good and they were safe.

We saw a Kyogen performance today. It is a Japanese play form. It is a Kabuki that we will be attempting to perform at school, so I was excited to see what this was about. It only had one actor and was very comical. The best part was that he brought and shared his masks that are used in the plays. We could take pictures but not touch. He is an American man who came here in the service 30 some years ago and never went home. He loves it here and loves doing Kyogen performances. It was enjoyable.

Tonight we will have a welcome reception with the Minister of Education as the speaker. I hope the food is good. I don't really get hungry because we are staying do busy. That is the only thing wrong that I see, there's no down time. It's hard to answer emails and keep this site current. I tried to call home, and couldn't get through by phone but did by messenger, so that was as good. The front desk with their limited English has an extremely hard time with my accent.

Tokyo is great. The people are all warm and friendly. I took lots of pictures of school children today who were touring the Diet. They posed for me and gave us peace signs. They love their picture taken. I also took pictures of elementary kids on the playground. They were jumping rope, riding unicycles, and playing ball. They were in uniforms and were so cute.
Well, I have to get ready for the reception. I sort of dread it. They're usually boring. I would rather be out in the town exploring. Oh yes! In the morning we are going to the famous Tokyo fish market. We are leaving at 4 am so we can be back before program starts. It is sure to be an adventure, so stay tuned!! Osasumi nasai (good night).

Sushi Again--and Standing Up to Eat IT!!

2004-11-17T04:58:00.000-08:00

The reception was nice tonight. Lots of important men said lots of important things. They stressed how the American and Japanese people should continue to get along and that was the purpose of this program--to promote better relations between the US and Japan. There was only a couple of things wrong with the picture. First of all, most of the food was strange looking raw stuff. I did find some prime rib and went back twice after it and a piece of hard bread. Beef is very rare in Japan at this time because they cannot grow beef because of the limited space, and now because of all of those mad cows, they cannot buy it from the US. It sometimes goes for $100 a pound here! Remember that Japan is about the size of California with half as many people as in the US living here. Also, to make matters worse--it is about 71% mountainous, so living space is limited. Buildings are high rises with very limited places to have any cows. Back to the reception---they made us stand up and listen to the speakers and then stand up and eat! It wasn't very comfortable.

I still can't seem to make a call. Today was Darrell's birthday and I had to sing on instant messenger! I did get hooked to the internet with no problems, and no one else could do that. I was happy about that given that I am forever having computer problems!

The Lost Day & The Lost Post

2004-11-17T01:02:00.000-08:00

I have written this once, but to no avail because all was lost. I am so exhausted I can hardly type. I left my San Francisco hotel at 8:30 Monday morning. I flew out at about 1:30 on Monday and arrived in Tokyo at about 7:00 Tuesday night. Where did I put the whole day? Where did I put this log that I have already typed? I flew a little over 11 hours. Figure it out. I have not slept in forever because now it is 12:55 a.m. Wednesday morning. I had a wonderful supper with a Japanese student after an hour and a half drive from the airport. Her name is Mayu Sato, and she is studying to become a lawyer. She donated her time to introduce us to Tokyo. Because I am so tired, I am going to stop here. I will give you details later. I have met many wonderful people. Tomorrow we will tour the city, see a play, and have another formal dinner. Sayonara until we meet again!

Off Into the Wild Blue Yonder

2004-11-14T21:10:00.000-08:00

I flew out of Birminham today at about 8:30. I really enjoy flying. I flew into Denver and there met up with several people who are also Fulbright Scholars. That was kind of nice. They were southern, also-Louisianna, Mississippi, and North Carolina--so they talked more like me than not. We got to San Francisco in time to go to our orientation meeting--but not in time to even go to our rooms. At about 5:45 we were allowed to go to our rooms to get ready for a formal dinner that was beginning at 6:15. Yes, there was LOTS of time to spruce up!! I put a jacket on, combed my hair, brushed my teeth and left. Oh, yes!! There was a pleasant surprise in my room. It was my roommate. She is an Alaskan from Alaska and we bonded immediatley. We stayed up after the dinner and talked a long time. Sayonara! (good-bye)

'Twas the Night Before Japan

2004-11-13T22:30:00.000-08:00

'Twas the night before Japan
when all through the house
Not a creature was helping,
not even a mouse.
The clothes were all packed
in the bags with care,
In hopes that in Japan
they would soon be there.
The hubby all nestled
all snug in his bed,
While visions of wife being gone
danced in his head.
And granny with her book,
And I at the computer,
Had just settled our brains
for a little ol' breather.
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed
to see what was the matter
When what to my wondering eyes
should appear
But a miniature jet
and eight tiny Japanese.
With a little old driver,
so lively and ready to go,
I knew in a moment
It must be Sumo!
A wink of his eye
and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know
I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word,
but went straight to his work,
And gathered me & the luggage,
then turned with a jerk.
He sprang to his jet,
to his Japanese men gave a whistle,
And away we all flew
like the down of a thistle.
But Darrell heard him exclaim,
ere her drove out of sight,
To all a Oyasumi nasai (good night)
and Mata aimmasho (we shall meet again)!

Time is Short!

2004-11-12T22:42:00.000-08:00

I've packed and repacked, had my hair done, gone to the chiropractor, got some emergency migraine medicine, bought a new rolling laptop suitcase (which will greatly diminish my packing space, but it may save my aching back), and now maybe I am nearly ready. I have gifts for my host family--a beautiful Alabama scenery book, some wonderful bath and body lotions, an Alabama hat, and some candy. I have anticipated anything that might happen and have packed accordingly. I have my voltage regulator, my plug adapter, my telephoto lens, my Clueless in Tokyo book, and my band-aids packed neatly away. I have tootsie roll pops for the kindergarten class I will visit and Alabama pins to exchange with the other teachers. I have my students' letters all packed away in hopes of finding them a Japanese pen pal while I am there. I know when tomorrow comes I will have thought of a hundred more things that I could use, but, alas, there is no more room in the inn--or in the suitcase. Does anyone ever use everything they pack for a trip? Anxiety is building.....Mata aimasho (we shall meet again)

Migraine Day

2004-11-11T21:53:00.000-08:00

Yes, it happened today. I woke up with a terrible migraine. Better here than in Japan. I think it is the overload of stress. I was supposed to have a facial, a pedicure, and a haircut today. It was going to be the day of pampering. So much for that!! I have now lost a valuable day of preparation. I have decided what will be, will be. I feel better now, so maybe I can finish up tomorrow and rest some Saturday. The thoughts of what I am about to do are overwhelming. I will return is what I keep telling myself--it's just three weeks. It can't change a life--or can it? Stay tuned to see.

Wednesday-And Miles to Go!

2004-11-10T22:20:00.000-08:00

It's countdown to blast-off. I will fly out of Birmingham this Sunday at 8:30 and will fly into the beautiful Denver airport (one of my favorite places). With no time to ski, I will catch a plane to San Franciso where I will be in orientation meetings immediately upon arriving with about 200 other educators. I am supposed to know far more than I know. I have worked until I am exhausted. I know it will be ok, but it worries me. I do not like to leave anything undone. I will greatly miss my home, my family, and my school. These are indeed the times that try men's souls. I think I will retire with the knowledge that I have at this moment. Adios---I mean---oh I can't remember the word in Japanese!!! Good-bye for now.

It's Nearly Time!

2004-11-09T23:30:00.000-08:00

....It's only five days until I fly the friendly skies of United---off into the wild blue yonder of Japan! How exciting to be chosen as a recipient of the Fulbright Memorial Fund Teacher Program. I'm excited, scared, nervous, worn-out, and ready to go!! I'm sure my adventures will be many as I seek to learn as much as possible to bring the culture of Japan back to my school and community.