I got a card from one of my students last night, too. I almost broke down in tears. She’s such a keener, such a go-getter, and she never hesitated to speak up - gosh, she’ll do great things. I deserve very little credit for that of course; it’s almost more heartening that she took the time to write to me. I don’t expect or really want this to last ( Read more... )

Written on Christmas Eve in OsakaI stepped out wearing my indoor shoes. I’d be pitching my old beat-up shoes, and I wouldn’t need a separate pair of indoor shoes anymore. I wasn’t coming back. Alone, I walked out of the genkan and out onto the driveway ( Read more... )

Teaching is rough. I knew it was going to have its ups and downs, but I didn’t think it would be like being a manic-depressive on speed ( Read more... )