One Day in Hiroshima

On Sunday morning we (Geoff, Xav, my ikebana friend Carla and I) met my ikebana teacher to go to Miyajima and Hiroshima. Kiyoko sensei (ikebana teacher) has a huge 6 seater car, although she lives on her own, so we all fit in, even with our luggage! The drive was fairly uneventful, I slept most of the way. However, it was raining, and continued to rain for the rest of the day, and into the evening.

We took the ferry over to Miyajima (1 of Japan’s top 3 views) – it was so windy, but worth staying outside to see the view across the shrine. Once we landed, the first thing I noticed were the deer – with their antlers shorn for safety. They just wander amongst people, looking for food really.

We walked through the shrine. Even in the horrible misty rain the bright orange still stood out! We even managed to watch a bride and groom having some photos taken in traditional Shinto wedding costumes. On the other side we went up into a hall, where some kids were playing taiko and singing and dancing, in honour of the girls festival (which I thought was only a one day event in March, so clearly I was wrong).

After the performance, and lunch, we headed back to the mainland on the ferry – this time sitting inside, and drove the 40 minutes or so to Hiroshima. Once there we had to find a car park, near the peace park. The car parks in Hiroshima are funny – they lock your car into place until you have paid, but to get into them it sounds as though you are about to break something underneath the car, which is just a little disconcerting.

It was still rainy so we spent some time in the Peace Museum, before a brief wander through the park, and down the shopping arcade. Then we went to the station, and met one of Kiyoko’s friends for okonomiyaki before getting in a taxi to go to our hostel.

The boys are (back) in town!

Xav and Geoff arrived in Hagi smelly! They had been travelling for a while, so they were desperate to get changed! Once they had done that we went to have lunch, and go for a walking tour around the inner part of Hagi – the arcade, various residences/birthplaces/cemeteries for the Hagi luminaries of old.

Of course, along the way, we attracted a fair amount of attention. After all, 2 new foreigners are noticeable in a city where there are normally 12 foreigners. This meant that the kids stopped and stared, or gave us lollies, or wanted to take photos of us! The boys loved it, and I had to explain that it can get tiresome – especially when they tell you they saw you buying noodles and onions at the supermarket and want to know what you cooked!

I introduced the boys to Purikura (sticker photos), and we even did some with some students from one of my schools.

For dinner we had Korean BBQ (yakiniku) – totally appropriate for their first proper meal in Japan!

On Saturday we went to a Hagi Yaki (Hagi pottery) studio, watched a video which showed some handy techniques with the clay, and then we sat down for about an hour. The end results weren’t so attractive! Xav’s milk jug had kind of an awkward face around the spout, and Geoff called his mug Prince Charlesesque – so big that it needed to big handles if you were to use it.

We ate lunch in the park around the castle ruins. Some of the sakura (cherry blossoms) were out, and Xav climbed a mountain (a small mountain!) so it was a pretty good day.

That night we went out with a couple of my friends for dinner, then karaoke, then dessert. Xav managed to find himself 2 potential Japanese girlfriends – a friend of mine, and another Japanese girl who I see around a little bit. Not sure which one he is going to choose though!

This is Xav with girlfriend Number 1!

A sad day

Today my supervisor told me that he is leaving the Board of Education - he is being transferred to another district to be a Principal. I mean, it's great for him, but not so good for the JETs.

Principals don't work so hard in Japan, the Vice Principals do most of the work! Also, at the BOE Tsucky works crazy hours (usually from 7am - 10 or 11pm) but at schools the latest he would have to stay is probably 7pm, or earlier. The Vice Principal stays the longest, then the teachers, and the Principal gets to go home pretty early, compared to everyone else that is!

Also, it means he has to move to that other area - he will get a small apartment and live there during the week, coming back to Hagi to see his family on the weekends. Understandably, his kids are a bit sad - actually over Tsucky's career he has spent a fair proportion living apart from them, or working so much that he never sees them. Finally he gets a job which would have him home for dinner at a reasonable hour and it is in a different city!

Our new Supervisor is an Elementary Teacher. She doesn't speak so much English, though she does try. I think that all of us at once (there are 6 of us assigned to this Board of Education) overwhelmed her earlier, and she couldn't keep up. It will be a real learning experience for us, having a supervisor who doesn't have fabulous English.

Also, my most important English Teacher (at my base school he is the guy who does everything for/with me) and a fabulous Office Lady from my base school who was helping me with my Japanese, are also going to new schools, which I won't visit. So though it's the end of the school year, and the kids are all super excited, the staff are less so as it means many changes, very quickly. Teachers get very little notice that they are being transferred, and are transferred on average every 3 years, and aren't allowed to tell people until about 5 days before they have to move! It's a crazy system...

So when I go back to my schools in about a week and a half I will most likely have new English teachers to work with, with no warning!

No longer stranded

Hanging out on Mishima was not the most fun I have had in Japan. All the teachers were really nice to me - they took me to the restaurant that is open for dinner, and the 2nd evening all the teachers had dinner at the Vice Principal's house. Actually, the worst part may have been that I didn't have enough clean clothes! Or that the Vice Principal had to lend me money, so I could pay for the extra 2 nights at the Inn.

During the day it was so boring. I feel so sorry for the teachers who live there. They have to do a 3 year rotation out there, but once they have done it, they get to choose where to go next. Usually the teachers just get shuffled around to different schools every few years, with no say in the matter, so for some teachers the Mishima rotation may be worth it.

Basically, there are 2 restaurants, and 1 shop. There are a lot of vending machines - cigarettes, beer and soft drink, and you can do karaoke at the ryokan (where I stay). That's it.

Stranded

Yesterday I came out to Mishima (my Island school) for the first time since October. The ferry is often cancelled in the winter, and the water is very wavy, so they don't like to send us then. However, Shak came out here 2 weeks ago and everything was fine, so I was looking forward to seeing the Mishima schools again.

Yesterday the water was so flat, the ride out here so smooth. Even over night in the Ryokan was good (and I don't really like that place). This morning it was raining, pretty hard really, and I even joked that I may want to stay another day, because the water looked so rough. But I really was just joking! Tomorrow is a National Holiday, and I had plans!

At about 1.30 a message came from the port that the ship was cancelled - the last ship of the day. Then even better news, as tomorrow is a holiday there will be no ferries all day. Great. Now I am stuck on Mishima until Friday morning. I had to get the school to pay for the next 2 nights at the Inn, and am a little worried about dinner/breakfast/lunch etc - there is no school tomorrow, so I can't even rely on school lunch!

So tomorrow night there is a dinner at the Vice Principal's house which I will go to... and other than that I will be bored. My ipod battery is almost flat and I have 1/3 of an unread book.

Ikebana Today

The sakura (cherry blossoms) are starting to bloom in Hagi, so today we used them in our ikebana class.

Bangladesh Jaunt

I've just returned from a 4 1/2 day trip to Dhaka, Bangladesh, where I went for a friend's wedding. Asif (a Bengali) lived with me in Australia in 2005, and I had been hanging out for the wedding ever since. 2 friends from Australia also came for the trip.

Some Basics about Bangla

Bangladesh is a small country, and only became a nation in 1971. The UN lists it as the most corrupt country in the world, and 80% of the citizens live on less than USD$2 per day. Asif's Dad (Asif being my friend, the Groom) is the District Commissioner of Dhaka. The DC is an unelected position, but is he is one of the highest ranking civil servants in the capital. As a result everything was streamlined, and made very easy for us: immigration, VIP visits to some of the sites and meals with various people. Rules and social norms were broken: foreigners in the airport and I was invited to participate in many parts of the event that are generally reserved for the men

Arriving in Bangladesh

Arriving at midday all I could see were clouds, or what I assumed to be clouds. However, it seems likely that it was really just pollution. In my time in Dhaka I did not see the sky once.

Driving from the airport to Asif's house was an adventure. In fact, every car trip was like driving dodgem' cars. Most roads have no marked lanes, but even where such markings exist they are meaningless. Cars, baby taxis, buses, bikes and rickshaws all jostle for space. The soundtrack is a cacophony of horns - from the deep bellows emanating from the buses and trucks, to the tinny little bells rung by the rickshaw drivers. To further complicate matters pedestrians cross the road wherever, and whenever the feel like.

First Impressions

On the drive from the airport to Asif's house there were 5 things that I kept noticing.

1. Pollution - which later led to headaches, and really sore eyes.
2. Power lines - many of which are illegally connected, tumble across the city.
3. Traffic - the theory in Dhaka seems to be "trust that the other vehicle will stop". To that end, we did only see 1 car crash in our time in Dhaka, and even that was minor, just resulting in a damaged door handle.
4. Staring - normally passengers have to leave the airport building to find their friends or family. This means that hundreds of Bengalis stand behind a long fence 30 metres from the airport doors, looking for their friends. This also meant that there were hundreds of Bengalis staring at me.
5. Poverty - it's very difficult to describe just how poor most people in Bangladesh are. Despite previously traveling in developing countries in South East Asia, I was still shocked. In Bangladesh there appear to be 2 social classes - the dirt poor or the super wealthy. Driving along the road that connects the airport to the city this division is obvious. There are beautifully manicured garden beds along the sides of the road, and these gardens are kept that way from coiled barbed wire preventing people from walking on them. This results in Bengalis walking bare foot, and sometimes shirtless, along what we would call a highway. When the cars stop, or slow, hordes of beggars and hawkers approach the car. It was quite confronting watching my Bengali friends not even notice these beggars, while I found it difficult to look up.

Luxury in Poverty

My friend lives in a mansion, across the street from the Prime Minister. The house was built by the British over 100 years ago. I'm not sure how many rooms were in the house - we were given a tour of the family's living area but I could see more rooms in behind. In the backyard there were at least 7 shacks for the servants to live, and more around the side for the security personnel.

At every meal we were watched over by servants, who would replace the food on our plate as we ate. There was generally 1 servant per 2 people sitting at the table. Also, when we wore traditional dress the servants would descend to help me put on the sari, and then follow me throughout the evening, fixing my clothes.

There were also several children on the property. It was disconcerting to see them running about in old, sometimes torn, clothing, surrounded by the luxury of the house. After a couple of days, using the phrasebook section of our Lonely Planet, we attempted a short conversation with these kids. Although they could tell us their names, they didn't know how old they were, presumably because they had never celebrated their birthdays. However, these kids were far better off than the children we saw begging in the street. Kids missing arms, or legs, would sit on the road, or walk among the cars, begging for a few taka.

Daily reminders that we weren’t immune from the poverty were the power outages. Each time the power went out it meant that there was no water, as electricity was required to pump it around the house. However, the area we stayed in was one of the least affected areas, as it is filled with the houses of high ranking Government Ministers.

Pre Wedding: The Holud

A Muslim Bengali wedding is composed of many parts. Prior to the actual marriage both the Bride and Groom have their own Holud. At each ceremony the betrothed takes a seat on a stage and is surrounded by food. While there are musical performances each guest at the Holud comes and sits with the Bride or Groom, paints their face with tumeric paste and feeds them.

One of Asif’s uncles explained to us that a Muslim wedding is supposed to be boring, for the Bride and Groom. Each ceremony we attended certainly lived up to that explanation. All the ceremonies seemed to consist of the Bride and Groom sitting on stages for hours at a time, and having their photo taken over and over again!

Once the Holud is complete the bride and groom must stay in their own houses until the groom comes to the bride’s house to be married.

The Wedding

The actual marriage was quite boring. We drove to the bride’s (Zafreen) house, and some segregation of the sexes was attempted. The boys I traveled with sat with the groom and his male relatives while I sat in Zafreen’s bedroom with all the female relatives. First her mother, and mother in law dressed her in mountains of gold jewelry (it took almost half an hour to put it all on), then they veiled her, and the Imam came in with 1 of her uncles, and 2 of Asif’s uncles. The bride had to utter “I’m willing” in the presence of these men, and then sign a contract. At that moment she and Asif were married – and Asif had done nothing! The Imam and the uncles then went to Asif to tell him the good news. Some prayers were sung, and Asif signed the contract.

At this stage the segregation came to a halt, and we all ate dates to celebrate. However, the bride and groom still weren’t allowed to see each other.

We went back to Asif’s house to prepare for the wedding dinner (not the reception though, this was only Thursday and the reception was not until Sunday). I was brought a fancier sari to wear, and an Aunt took me shopping for jewelry. At the Holud I was the most underdressed woman, wearing very western jewelry with my sari, so an Aunt took me to buy some serious bling.

The Wedding Dinner

At 6pm 2 costumed horses (from the Presidential Guard) arrived with their costumed handlers. Once dressed, the groom and his brother mounted the horses and were veiled with garlands of jasmine and roses. We then paraded to the dining hall. A 22 piece military band led the way, followed by the horses and a long convoy of cars. At every intersection police were controlling the traffic to allow us to pass.

At the hall Asif had to pay the bride’s family so we could go in. About $400 was paid, but even then tradition demanded that we physically push the Groom inside.

Still Asif and Zafreen were not allowed to see each other. There were 2 halls, set up identically. There were tables and chairs as far as the eye could see, and a VIP table was set up near the stage. The groom sat in 1 hall, on a chair, on the stage, and the bride did the same in the 2^nd hall. For about 2 hours photographs were taken of all the guests with the bride and groom.

At this stage she is meant to continue to look miserable, but the groom is allowed to look smug – he has stolen her from her father!

Once all the individual photos had been taken we all went downstairs. The men, the mothers, the bride and the foreigners ate dinner. Behind us the female guests poured drinks, and in front of us the waiters kept piling food onto our plates.

Finally, it was time for Zafreen and Asif to sit next to one another. She continued to look miserable, though it was clearly a struggle as she was actually happy to get married as this marriage was a ‘love match’ rather than an arranged marriage.

Hours of photo taking ensued, then finally it was time to leave. The procession returned to the groom’s house, and the bride was carried part of the way there in a Bengali version of a sedan chair.

We arrive at the house, and Zafreen stepped into a tray of vermilion dye and onto white cloth leading into the house. This is an old Hindu custom, meant to symbolize the prosperity a new wife brings into the house.

We followed the couple into their bedroom (by we I mean about 50 family members). Then we all took it in turns to sit with them and congratulate them. While we were with them the power went out and the bride had to remove her jewelry by the light of a mobile phone!

Some Sightseeing

Obviously, the reason we went to Bangladesh was for the wedding. However, we still managed to do a little sightseeing, and some shopping.

Much of Dhaka is newly built (though it looks like it will all fall down if you blow too hard). It has been ransacked of many of its treasures over time. Also Bangladesh itself is a very new country. As a result, there is practically no tourist infrastructure, and outside of the airport I saw 1 other foreigner the whole time!

We took a convoy of cars to the Liberation Memorial, Lalbagh Fort and a language memorial. The long drives also gave us a chance to see something of what life is like for regular Bengalis – the markets, the tea stands, the slums. Both the Memorial and the Fort were truly beautiful monuments, set amongst lush greenery.

To visit or not to visit

If it hadn’t been for the wedding, I probably wouldn’t have gone to Bangladesh. Going in as a regular tourist/traveler would not be for the faint of heart. To begin with, the visas are a nightmare to get, Bangladesh is not readily accessible (it took me 30 hours to travel there, because of the waiting times between flights), and once you are there Dhaka seems impenetrable. The Bangladesh Lonely Planet is the only guidebook available, but it does make a self directed trip seem possible.

My whole trip was full of amazing moments. Virtually every second something happened to make me look twice. While the wedding wasn’t exactly what Bollywood movies had led me to believe, it was really spectacular, and I feel very lucky to have experienced it.

The School Year is Coming to an End!

The school year in Japan ends on March 26 and the next one starts on April 7. This coming Saturday, whilst I am in Bangladesh, the 9th graders will be graduating, all across Hagi.

Today was the last time I will visit Sanmi JHS until the next school year, so we had a 'games' class with the 9th graders.

They are a great class - pretty good English, and generally quite keen. I have had a lot of fun with them over the last 7 months. I think a big part of why we have fun is that it is a small class - only 14 students - so no one can tune out, because I may pick on them next!

The end of the class was quite embarrassing - I had to write on all their graduation message cards, and give them encouraging farewell messages! Then the students gave me a big card which they had made - mostly full of grammatically correct messages! How gratifying for an English teacher!

I am sore all over

Yesterday I ran a 5km 'fun run' over mountains...

There are some famous caves near Hagi - Akiyoshi do - and yesterday there was a Marathon Festival. I was not going to run 21.25km (technically it's only a half marathon festival) but was up for the 5km challenge. I even went to the gym beforehand to train. However, I made a fatal error. At the gym, which costs $1.50 per visit, there are 4 treadmills, with all the instructions in Japanese. I have figured out how to press go, and that's about it. Unfortunately I don't know how to set it to 'incline' so I had been practicing running on a flat surface and yesterday was anything but flat - 90% of the time we were running up or down a mountain. Obviously running uphill is hard, but running downhill is just as hard!

I did manage to finish, though I certainly didn't cover myself in glory!

Respect...

The activity in the 8th grade class was to make a dialogue, based on one from the book.

The dialogue from the book:
Clerk: May I help you?
Judy: Yes please, I'm looking for a sweater
C: What kind of sweater are you looking for?
J: Something green
C: How about this one?
J: I like it, but it's too small
C: Shall I show you a bigger one?
J: Yes please. Oh! This is nice. How much is it?
C: It's 5000 yen
J: Ok, I'll take it.

The English teacher made up one as an example:
Board of Education Supervisor: May I help you?
Teacher: Yes, I'm looking for a JET
BOE: What kind of JET are you looking for?
T: A cheerful one
BOE: How about Kate?
T: I like it, but is there a quieter one?
BOE: No

Ikebana - the withered parts

So usually at Ikebana we just play with pretty flowers and it's lots of fun. Kiyoko-san doesn't speak English, but we gesture and get by. She owns an electronic dictionary that can speak - so when we are desperate we turn to that!

Today she wanted to teach us the 'father' and 'mother' parts of the peach blossom flower. The mother part is the flowers, while the father part is the withered old growth... charming!

Valentine's Day

Oh Valentine's Day in Japan... Well for one the girls are meant to give the boys presents ONLY!

I, however, was lucky enough to receive 2 cards! Actually, the cards weren't given voluntarily. The English teacher asked the students to write cards - and that the cards had to be written to the teacher whose name the student drew out of the hat.

One card was quite simple: "Dear Kate, Thank you for your kindness. From...."

The second (pictured) was a lot more interesting. To begin with I'm not sure if "your glass is kind of nice" refers to my classes, or my glasses. Also "Your voice is a gift from God, and also your father" was a bit of a surprise! But then the English teacher explained that it comes from the textbook story of an opera singer. I don't know if I would claim that my voice was akin to an opera singer's.

6 months more

I have been in Japan now for more than 6 months. I had hoped that 6 months would be a big milestone, but really it means nothing more than half of my time here is done. I suppose I have realized a few things. Teaching is not for me – I don’t really enjoy doing the classes, though I do like preparing for them and making the materials. That’s not to say I don’t like the students or teachers, but I am getting a bit tired of being a performing monkey/human tape recorder. Too often my job involves me saying English words or phrases, and having the students repeat them. At some other schools a visit from the ALT (me) just means fun and games – the students don’t actually expect to learn anything while I am in the classroom. It is becoming obvious that the teachers don’t expect me to teach either – my visits are cancelled when the students need to study. I have been told that classes are more efficient without me. Obviously I took it personally in the beginning, but now I don’t care. They have a lot of material to get through in each textbook so the students can pass the tests, and get into high school. So it’s not that I am a terrible teacher, but my visits are meant to be about spoken activities, and the students aren’t ever tested on their speaking abilities. I must say though, it does make me wonder why they bother to organize this JET program… However, some of my friends in other places work quite hard – often at school until after 5pm (when I go home at lunchtime) and involved in the lesson planning and marking. I suppose it’s because I go to so many schools that I am usually only asked to prepare a warm up game. Sometimes I get asked to make a worksheet, but then inevitably the school changes the plan and the worksheet I’ve made is useless!

I don’t want this to sound like I am having a terrible time. I am cold – as most of you know. It’s not colder than Canberra (though it is colder than Melbourne), but the heating here is terrible, so it’s that I am always cold which is the problem. I am beginning to feel like winter is never going to end. A week ago February was really nice and sunny, but over the last few days the weather has worsened, to the point of snow all day yesterday (Feb 13). I am struggling because I am not used to being cold all the time. Riding my bike everywhere means that I can’t wear my super heavy winter coat because it’s too restrictive. I wish I had thought about that when I was packing!

I do like Hagi – I sort of have a routine now, though there is no routine with my school visiting schedule. I have Japanese and Ikebana classes, and I have made some foreign and Japanese friends. My Japanese is very slowly progressing. I spend a lot of time asking people to repeat themselves, and speak more slowly! I maybe understand 5-10% of what’s going on around me! It’s quite frustrating only understanding words here and there – though it does motivate me to learn more!

I am glad I came – I have definitely used this break well. And it really is a break for me – given my work hours! Our contract has our working hours as 8.30-4.15 but I am usually home by 2pm! I am definitely going back to Canberra to do legal workshop so I can be admitted as a lawyer. I think I will do it part time over 12 months so I can get a decent, and relevant, job at the same time. I also think I will continue to work on my Japanese when I get back – I feel like I have made a lot of effort so far, so intend to keep studying when I am back in Australia and take a proficiency test next December. I hopefully don’t see myself in Canberra after I have done workshop – so September 2009 should be the end of my time there! Not that I know where I am going, but I think that it will be time to leave ‘Canboring’.

About half of the group I started with are leaving Japan at the end of the contract – the other half are re-contracting for a 2nd year. It’s been great to make friends with people from all over the world. I have also used Japan as a good travel base – though I have only been to Singapore for Christmas so far I have a few more trips planned – Bangladesh, a trip around Japan and then to Korea. Me being here has also meant a few of my friends have/will do trips to Japan! Geoff will have been here twice, and a few others will get a different experience by visiting Hagi than just visiting the big cities in Japan.

Of course I’ve missed people back home. It’s been strange living by myself – not that many others would fit in my apartment for more than a night or too!

I am glad I came, but I am looking forward to starting the next phase of my life in September!

Let it snow!

Yesterday morning (feb 13) I woke up to this!

I went outside and my little bike hut had protected my bike!
















And can you think of anything more normal than handing the 6th graders some rakes and telling them to clean the snow off the plants???












This is what I looked like after riding my bike to school!

Apparently last year there was also a freaky February snow storm too! It really snowed all day, however it didn't really stick to the ground, and what had been deposited there overnight melted pretty quickly when we had short bursts of sunshine!

Dear Sweet Dot's sister or brother

Dear me, the Engrish around here just gets better and better!

Latest Ikebana sensation

My latest ikebana creation! Also, as today is Geoff's birthday, after class we ate doughtnuts and did "kampai" with hot mik tea!

Actually, class today was quite long - and Kiyoko-san tried to teach us so much kanji! Aaah, got quite tricky.

How I entertain myself...

This week I have taught for a grand total of 8 periods - and this included 1 period of breadmaking and eating (see the previous post) and 1 period of playing Japanese card games with the 1st and 2nd graders at an Elementary school. Actually, I managed to win one of the card games, even though I had, and still have, no idea of how to play the game. In fact, on Friday I had no classes. There was 1 English class scheduled, but the Japanese teachers decided it would be more efficient to have those classes without me. So instead today I made a poster about English proverbs. Given I had HOURS to spend on it, I got a little too creative with coloured paper!

Actually, I often have a lot of spare time at most schools, but especially at Hagi Nishi! So over my time I have been known to go a little wild with coloured paper a few times... here are some of my creations!



Left is my Australia Day Special




For Halloween I attempted to introduce Hamlet's 3 Witches to the school (right)




Christmas Confession - I only made the tree, and all the students had to make decorations in class.

Eating in Class! Practically illegal in Japan!

On my lesson plan on Wednesday just gone it had "bake bread" as the theme. Firstly, I wasn't sure if we were actually going to bake bread, or just talk about it. Secondly, I was worried that I would have to explain how to do it! Thankfully they employ home making teachers in Japan! So I went to the Special Ed class, and watched them make the bread (they had already mixed and kneaded etc in first period so all they had to do was roll up the dough with chocolate or sausage and put it in the oven. So while the bread was baking I was actually expected to teach some English - easy though, the relationship of hour, minute and second... then the bread was done! Now I remember back in high school we would just take home whatever disgusting mess we had created in home ec but here it is much more civilised. The home making teacher made tea for everyone (proper black tea) and we sat down and at the bread... best English class ever.

Nothing says I love you like Hello Kitty!

Every week in my supermarket there is a different 'stall' - crockery, kitchenware, furniture, clothes, seasonal food - and of course, who could forget the delightful laundry supplies as Christmas presents stall! Mostly, these stalls are up for 1 week then the next one comes in - and there is not an everlasting supply of different ones. Now I have been here 6 months I think I have seen most of them twice. At Christmas the laundry supplies were available for about 2 weeks, and it looks like the Valentine's Day products will be out for the next couple of weeks. Of course, there are the standard boxed chocolates selection, but this being Japan there are also some delightful other options. Most of your favourite cartoon characters can be found adorning a chocolate box - Kitty chan, Doraemon, Pokemon, the Dragon Ball Z characters and Snoopy. Of course, there is also some great engrish - my sweet happy heart (trans: i love you?), dear hold me (presumably "hold me dear" the wrong way around). Also, there is a surprisingly large collection of 'adult' candy on the open shelves (very rare in Japan, given that kind of stuff is usually only available in vending machines) - the best thing about the adult candy is that all the packaging is covered in photos of gaijin (foreigners) - seeming to say, there is no way a real japanese person would want this stuff!

Another temperature related post

Every school possesses a red flag, and the Vice Principal controls it. If the flag is hanging outside the teachers room it means that the heaters can be used in the classrooms. If it's not hanging then all the kids will be cold all day.

So as you can imagine I look for the red flag when I arrive at the schools. And all the schools have different rules - some schools hang the flag if the temperature is less than 8, and other schools wait until it is less than 6 degrees (no prizes for guessing which schools I prefer). One of the English teachers and I amused ourself yesterday thinking of ways to distract the Vice Principal to steal the flag and hang it out. Of course, heaters in the teachers room can be used regardless!