﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Rnakao's Xanga</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Rnakao</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>School</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/543054299/school/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/543054299/school/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:41:55 GMT</pubDate><description>

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well today is Halloween and I completely forgot.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess the joys that come with the holiday
are just not as fun as a grown-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not
to mention it is not celebrated in Japan
the way it is in America.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There were a lot of people dressed up going
to parties over the weekend and there were tons of Halloween decorations in
stores.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But if there are not little kids
running around in funny costumes it is just not the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not to mention the weather is unusually warm
for the end of October.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the daytime
it is shorts and T-shirt weather for me. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have been studying Japanese half-assed off and on for
the past year or so but have not gotten very far.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I can pick up more words here and there
but I can’t really understand.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I figured
that being at an elementary school I would be able to learn what the ichi
nensei, first grade students, were learning, although they are miles ahead of
me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When they speak to me I feel like a
total idiot.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to go to
school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Really, today was my first lesson
sitting in the classroom with the students.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I had my own desk, books and notebook paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The chair was really low to the ground and my
knees were up near my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt like
Billy Madison.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I actually am learning with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean I can’t understand most of the
directions but I get to practice writing kanji and hearing the native
tongue.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am going to start sitting in
on the class Monday’s and Tuesday’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I might
try ni nensei, second grade, just to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Another advantage to sitting in on the class is that the kids get to
know you better.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They begin to feel more
comfortable around you and today I was even asked to play tag and jump rope.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After class it was lunchtime.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Usually lunch is the same type of
helpings.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some soup with tons of stuff
in it (mushroom, onions, edamame, carrots, peas you name it), bread, some type
of meat, rice and milk.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although today
was a bit different.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was kind of
looking forward to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whale was on
today’s menu.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was karage, fried, but
it was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Being at an elementary
school is fun but it wears you out.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Ahhh, shindoii.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/543054299/school/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>7 Months Later...</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/539931552/7-months-later/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/539931552/7-months-later/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:36:30 GMT</pubDate><description>Ok I don't have to explain the title because everybody knows I am lazy.&amp;nbsp; My last entry I was coming back from Korea and since then I have been to Hong Kong with my friend Randy, back to America to visit family and frineds for the Summer and then to Beijing before returning to Japan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am not sure where time goes but it goes quickly.&amp;nbsp; I remember when I was younger my parents and several other adults would tell me that time flies by but I just didn't understand the way I do now.&amp;nbsp; A week feels like an hour and a month seems more like a day.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, back to life in Japan.&amp;nbsp; Last year I was teaching at several junior high schools but this year I was placed in an English intensive high school, Nishi Koko and an elementary school, Ajihara Shogakko.&amp;nbsp; It is great to see the different levels of schools here in Japan.&amp;nbsp; The little kids at Ajihara are cute.&amp;nbsp; They are so energetic.&amp;nbsp; Ok I am tired so I will keep you updated, haha.&amp;nbsp; This will be continued 7 months from now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/539931552/7-months-later/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, March 11, 2006</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/455950131/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/455950131/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 11:34:16 GMT</pubDate><description>

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;March 7, 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yesterday my friend Jessica and I got back from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was great.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;It actually was not what I had expected.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;The shopping was not that great, the people were really big and tall,
there were a lot of American restaurants, the cars were big as were the roads
and the people were a bit rude.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will
go into more detail later but that is a start.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;So yesterday I got back to Sagisu around 11 pm and then cleaned and
unpacked and answered emails for a bit which turned out to be a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ended up going to sleep around 2:30
am.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was not big deal because I have
done it before.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I woke up I felt a
bit odd.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I glanced at the clock and I
could of swore it was 12:30 in the afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Shocked I darted up quickly and took a good look at the clock.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was 9:45 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Better than 12:30 pm but still late.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I quickly called &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName w:st="on"&gt;Nakano&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;Junior High School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;
and was hoping that one of the English teachers would answer, of course no
luck.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sensei answered and I tried to explain
what happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After my unsuccessful
attempt I called the BOE and talked to Ms. Youshi.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I told her what had happened and she was nice
enough to call Nakano JHS for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She
didn’t seem too upset because this was the first time I didn’t make it to
school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She told the school that some
circumstances occurred and I was on my way.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;She left it up to me to tell them what happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She said, “You can tell them what ever you
want, but of course the truth is the best.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I debated it for a bit and decided that telling them that I just
overslept was probably the best thing to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I did think about calling in sick or saying something like that but I
didn’t want to use another day off if I didn’t have to.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got ready quickly and hauled ass to the
school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By the time I got there it was
about 11:00 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I went to the &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sensei and tried to
say sorry but he didn’t understand me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
need to study Japanese more.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I then
walked to the third grade teachers room to see if I could find Tsubosaka Sensei.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was in a class.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I then thought I would try and find Gogami Sensei’s
room because it was her class I was missing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I finally gave up and just sat at my desk.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When the bell rang I talked to Gogami Sensei
and apologized.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She said it was ok
because she had to give the tests back to the students. I was relieved and then
we talked about what we were going to do for the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; period.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At lunch I talked to Tsubosaka sensei.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was supposed to grade some papers for her
but was unable to.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I insisted that I
could get some done and took one classes papers to grade.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I left a bit late for the Seika meeting today
but I wanted to get the papers graded.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
feel so bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The school seemed ok with
my mistake but then again that is how Japanese people act.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They might hide their true feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I hope they are not saying, “that lazy
American.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He takes time off to travel
and then is late to school.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hum, oh well,
what can I do but never let it happen again.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;March 11, 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the past week after I got back from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has been
a bit bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean I can’t complain I
have my health and stuff but it was just one of those weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course on Tuesday I didn’t wake up for
school, although it turned out to be fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I can’t recall what had happened on Wednesday but nothing interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On Thursday I woke up on time and got to
school with no problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I talked to
Gogami Sensei about our lesson plans for the day and then went back to my desk.
&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We must have got confused because I
thought we were only teaching one class during second period.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So during first period I walk up to the other
teacher’s room to talk with Tsubosaka Sensei.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;She is busy so I head back down to my desk.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On the way back downstairs, Murao Sensei tells
me that Gogami Sensei was looking for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I figured we just needed to go over some more details for the
lesson.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I get back in the teachers
room Gogami Sensei was not there.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just
sat at my desk and start reading a book.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;About 10 minutes later she walks in the room and in panic, motions me to
come.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It turns out that we were supposed
to teach 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; and 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; period.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Man it is just not my week.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Friday I woke up a bit late so I decided to take my bike
to the subway station.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I get to
Nodahanshin with about 4 minutes to spare and am headed downstairs to the
subway entrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I look in my bag for my
subway card but I can’t find my bag.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
realize that I have forgotten it at my apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, my train is coming in 4 minutes and I have
no money.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought about asking
somebody for some but thought that wouldn’t really work, being that I don’t
speak the language. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;For lack of other
options, I hop back on my bike and head back to Sagisu.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I forgot to add that it was raining and I
was eating an apple.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I am riding my
bike in the rain, holding an umbrella while my apple is rolling around, half
eaten, in my bike basket, great.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I get
back, pick up my bag and haul ass back to the station.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By this time it is about 20 minutes past the
time I normally get on the train.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am
positive I am going to be late for school again.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, what could I do now.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The trains go as fast as they can and there
is nothing I can do to make them go faster.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;So I am sweating from rushing while I am sitting on the subway.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t dare look at my watch because I know
that will make me more nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After my
second subway transfer I see one of the teachers from Nakano JHS.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t see me but now I stop to look at
my watch.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have about 15 minutes to get
off the subway and walk 10 minutes to the school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To make a long story short, I make it with about
3 minutes to spare.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whew, at least it is
Friday.&amp;nbsp; I should go to sleep earlier.&amp;nbsp; It seems all my troubles are caused by my inability to wake up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;

</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/455950131/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, February 03, 2006</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/437034654/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/437034654/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2006 15:08:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;February 1, 2006&lt;br&gt;
Today it is raining hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I started to take the bus from Sagisu Roku Chome to Nodahanshin and then
just transfer to the 91a bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is cool
because today I didn’t have to walk in the rain, or so I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So on Monday’s I am usually on the bus for
about 45 minutes and sometimes I doze off and wake up somehow in time for my
stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not today.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wake up, take a look out the window and
realize that nothing looks familiar.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
start getting this bad feeling that I have missed my stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I glance at the time and it is now 8:20
am.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I know I am late.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In English I attempt to ask the bus driver
where my stop, Shoumbashi, is.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He rambles
on in what seems to be the quickest Japanese phrase in the country and kind of
coaxes me out the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So there I am
standing in the rain contemplating what I should do.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;School is about to start in about 20 minutes
and I haven’t a clue as to where I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Many situations began to run through my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should I attempt to catch another bus to my
stop?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should I go into the local conbini
Lawsons and ask for directions?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should I
call school and let them know I am lost.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;As I stood there with my umbrella thinking, I saw some school girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was hoping they were from my school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I walked up to them, took a look at their
book bags and felt a sigh of relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;They were from Taisho Nishi, my school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I ended up following them for about 15 minutes until I recognized the
area.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just had to laugh it off.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I was surprised this hasn’t
happened earlier.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am sure it will not
be the last.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just another adventure in
the motherland.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After class I quickly headed back to Nodahanshin to catch
the Tozai line to &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This time it was OK to fall asleep because my
stop is at the end of the line and somebody would wake me up to kick me off the
bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I was headed to &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to play some
basketball.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is actually pretty hard
to find a place to play here in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:city&gt; and in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for that
matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of my friends had found a
number of a guy who was starting a team.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I figured what the heck.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So after
about 30 minutes of confusion as to what train to take I am finally on my
way.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After I exit at Rokko Michi Station
my next adventure begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So this guy
Daniel told me that the gym was on the fourth floor of a building right outside
of the station.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I figure it cannot be
that hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How can miss a gym.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ha.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To
make a long story short, I walk about for another 20 to 30 minutes going in
different buildings looking for a gym.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
ask people where the Bball court is and people just laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Really, they laughed, “Ha, there is no
basketball court around here.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just when
I am about to give up the search and go home a guy approaches me and asks if I
am here to ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am not quite sure how
he knew it was me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I told him I was
a short asian guy, which doesn’t really narrow down the search. I am just glad
he found me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/437034654/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, December 13, 2005</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/405785433/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/405785433/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 12:50:40 GMT</pubDate><description>






&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was cold, cold, cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I was at Nakano JHS and I sat by the gas heater all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was going to just tough it out and sit at
my desk but it is just not worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My
feet and hands were numb and I was wrapped in so much clothes that I could
barely move.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Besides, I have some good
conversations with the teachers near the heater.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Usually when I am sitting at my desk nobody comes and talks to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess it is less
threatening for the teachers because I move near them instead of them having to come near
me.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Anyhow, today was team teaching with
Ms. Miki.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were going to do the same
lesson we have been doing so I didn’t have to prepare anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The “don’t say 21” game is great.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In it the students have to count to a certain
number by increments of 1, 2 or 3 and the person who says the designated number
has to stand up and say the time or the day or some type of English phrase that we have been teaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;It is a fun way to get kids talking.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Halfway though the lesson this girl was asking me questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now being the “don’t hurt anybodies feelings”
type of guy I am I politely answered the girls questions and went back to the
game.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, by the way I was participating in the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now that I look back on it
I should have just told her nicely to “shhhh” and move along.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Besides, I am an assistant teacher and that
is what I am supposed to do, control the room.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I am learning and next time I know what to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then all of a sudden Ms. Miki and the student
start to get into it verbally.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The
conversation is all in Japanese but I can tell it wasn't light banter, it was a full on argument.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After about 10 to 15 minutes of back and
fourth verbal warfare, the class got quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I gathered that the teacher told the girl to be quiet or apologize and
she didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So the class ends up sitting
in the room for about 30 to 35 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;At least it was warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After the
class I had asked Ms. Miki what happened and she proceeded to tell me that the
girl was teasing another and the teacher got fed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was actually great to see some discipline in
the classroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Usually the teachers keep
on talking over the screaming kids.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So it was a pretty eventful day at &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Nakano&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Junior High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
On the walk to the subway it started to snow a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty cool to see.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I stopped and tried to take a picture but
there was not much to see.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is also
pretty funny that my keitai weather report now has a picture of a snowman instead
of an umbrella.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess it is colder in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:city&gt; than it is in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Sacramento&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/405785433/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 05, 2005</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/400673147/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/400673147/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 12:41:48 GMT</pubDate><description>





&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Today was really cold and windy.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At Higashiyodo Junior High School in the Summer it was the
mosquitoes that came in every time somebody slid open the door and now in the Winter
it is the bitter cold air.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t
win.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So all day today I was freezing my
ass off constantly closing the door after the people that walked in.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ah I am going to get sick.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
So on Monday I only teach one class and today I introduced
the American game Pictionary.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It took a
little doing to get the students to understand the game but eventually they got
there.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think the kids liked it, well,
I hope.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did see the kids laughing and
having fun which was a good sing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
After class I spent my time thumbing through the National
Geographic Japan guide book and briefly looking at my Japanese language
book.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I decided to continue
reading this book that I found in my apartment, The Da Vinci Code.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now reading is not really my thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let me rephrase that, I don’t read books.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t read a book on my own, well ever I
think.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have just done the mandatory
books in school.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t enjoy
it.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I am about 40 pages into this
book and so far it is dead boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I
am reading and falling asleep for about an hours or so and then it starts to
get interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was kind of cool
because time passed by quickly and on top of that I am not looking bad while
falling asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was great.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After school ended I went to play basketball outside with the kids.&amp;nbsp; It was cold and windy but I decided to play
since I brought my basketball stuff and I wanted to get exercise.&amp;nbsp; So I get the key to the dressing room and
what do you know, the key breaks off in the lock.&amp;nbsp; I am able to lock and unlock the door but
feel horrible.&amp;nbsp; I tell the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; sensei and he tells
me not to worry.&amp;nbsp; I feel really bad but
what could I do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/400673147/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 17, 2005</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/388973117/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/388973117/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 07:03:15 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well today I had a day off because the students at &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Nakano&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Junior
  High school&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; had a fieldtrip.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing I had to do today was go to
the Board Of Education (BOE) and sign in (hanko).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;During the school week we are supposed to
take public transportation but I decided to bike to &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;City Hall&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is only about a 30 minute ride and it was
a nice day so I figured why not.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

After signing in at the BOE I decided to bike around the
city and explore.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everybody reading this
entry knows me well enough to know that I have a very bad sense of direction (and
that is being generous, ha-ha).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So you
can imagine my ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had no clue where
I was going but it was nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did get a
better sense of where different areas around the city are in relation to each
other (Shinsaibashi, Namba, Umeda).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Everywhere is actually pretty close (about 45 minutes from one side of
the city to the other).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My ride lasted
for about 2.5 hours or so.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Although I am in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;,
sometimes being in the city I feel like I am in &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:placename&gt;
&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well…except for everybody is Japanese,
everybody speaks Japanese, and all the signs are in Japanese.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I guess it is not the same, I take that
back.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/388973117/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 10, 2005</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/384543475/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/384543475/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 13:50:42 GMT</pubDate><description>Ok, it has been almost a month since my last entry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ah , it
is almost 12:00 am and I have been falling asleep at my desk in the
teachers room on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; I guess I better continue this
another day.&amp;nbsp; Ha. &lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/384543475/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, October 20, 2005</title><link>http://rnakao.xanga.com/371066999/item/</link><guid>http://rnakao.xanga.com/371066999/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 13:25:36 GMT</pubDate><description>I figured since I am a computer geek I should start one of these
pages.&amp;nbsp; I also figured since I am living in Japan what better way
to communicate with friends and family back home than to post my
adventures abroad.&amp;nbsp; More to come...&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://rnakao.xanga.com/371066999/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>