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So it's no secret that mental health services are absolute garbage here, if they exist at all. Today I was talking to a student of mine who's a psychologist.
"The first tragedy is that they have shchizophrenia. The second tragedy is that they were born in Japan."
:(
In happier news, Sarah's treasure hunt was ridiculously fun as always, even if we had to spend 2 hours combing bookstores for an English copy of Vanity Fair. If you think entreating people to help you is difficult in English, you should try it in broken Japanese. Sadly, we didn't manage to finish before we had to get back to work.
I've been taking Japanese lessons twice a week with my lovely teacher Hiroshi. I have the biggest teacher crush on him. He writes everything down in Hiragana and English, then barrages me with questions for 60 minutes. He's a great teacher, with absolutely no business sense, as he spends 10% of what I pay him on a coffee for me if I don't buy one for myself first. Out of all the Japanese people I've met, he's the one most likely to speak plainly and critically about people and things, an extremely refreshing quality in the land of sushi. He also gave up his well paying business job to become a teacher...what he actually wanted to do. Which is also very uncommon here.
Finally, he agrees with my statement that Angelina Jolie is weird looking.
Hiroshi quote "She looks always angry."
With the exception of my 2 year olds, all my kids classes are going well. I have some great students who I look forward to seeing every week. I'm coming back for a week in September to see Mel get married. A lot of our friends are leaving in the next couple of months, but I've discovered a nice Irish boy named Ciaran who is totally up for my "Father Ted Marathon". So life goes on. Liz is coming in two weeks to visit. We're going to go explore a ninja museum a couple hours north of Osaka.
I don't like the idea of coming back to Canada and working at some shitty job and being all unhappy with life again. Always a worry, always a worry.
I also really want to buy a pug dog. I saw a black one at the pet store the other day for about 2000$, calling me.
"I am YOUR pug. I love you." Then he tried to eat through the glass.
So sleeeeeeepy...
"The first tragedy is that they have shchizophrenia. The second tragedy is that they were born in Japan."
:(
In happier news, Sarah's treasure hunt was ridiculously fun as always, even if we had to spend 2 hours combing bookstores for an English copy of Vanity Fair. If you think entreating people to help you is difficult in English, you should try it in broken Japanese. Sadly, we didn't manage to finish before we had to get back to work.
I've been taking Japanese lessons twice a week with my lovely teacher Hiroshi. I have the biggest teacher crush on him. He writes everything down in Hiragana and English, then barrages me with questions for 60 minutes. He's a great teacher, with absolutely no business sense, as he spends 10% of what I pay him on a coffee for me if I don't buy one for myself first. Out of all the Japanese people I've met, he's the one most likely to speak plainly and critically about people and things, an extremely refreshing quality in the land of sushi. He also gave up his well paying business job to become a teacher...what he actually wanted to do. Which is also very uncommon here.
Finally, he agrees with my statement that Angelina Jolie is weird looking.
Hiroshi quote "She looks always angry."
With the exception of my 2 year olds, all my kids classes are going well. I have some great students who I look forward to seeing every week. I'm coming back for a week in September to see Mel get married. A lot of our friends are leaving in the next couple of months, but I've discovered a nice Irish boy named Ciaran who is totally up for my "Father Ted Marathon". So life goes on. Liz is coming in two weeks to visit. We're going to go explore a ninja museum a couple hours north of Osaka.
I don't like the idea of coming back to Canada and working at some shitty job and being all unhappy with life again. Always a worry, always a worry.
I also really want to buy a pug dog. I saw a black one at the pet store the other day for about 2000$, calling me.
"I am YOUR pug. I love you." Then he tried to eat through the glass.
So sleeeeeeepy...