




OK, so here is a slice of life in Japan for you. This is my fourth grade, well, one of my fourth grade classes at Hotei Elem. We are doing our "feelings" lesson-are you... yes I am/no Im not. Not the most exciting lesson, but it is pretty cool. I like the game actually, but it is only a vocabulary exercise. I like to seperate girls against boys. I think they like that, but hell, they are easy to please all in all. This was my sixth class of the day, and I was, and am, exausted. It is Friday, and I am updating my blog, chatting with Kim, and drinking sake. Probably on my way to be before too long!
In my defense, however, last night was a late one. I went to a language exchange party-kind of the equivelent of UW's kaiwa table, except half and half English and Japnaese. It is always fun; it is usually me and four Japanese people at our own table yakking it up. Funny how I cant seem to get away from white folk, and they can't seem to find em. Well, that is not my problem, is it?
So, I have realized that my Japanese is getting pretty damn good compared to six months ago. I still have no idea what is going on, but I am can rattle on for many minutes on certain subjects; mostly about me! Anyway, enough about that, lets talk about me; Johnny Bravo. Yeah, baby. Gimmee some sugar. Ok, not really sure where that came from, but OK! I am off to the races then, ya'll take care.





