Teenage Confessions


“I wish someone would kiss me…”



“…even if you’re not cute it’s okay. But it’d be great if you were cute!”

Literal translation of the first photograph: “Someone, kiss me, please…”

Park graffiti in Rokunohe’s Tateno Park. Some of the most inspiring and philosophical graffiti that I’ve ever read. Makes me wish graffiti in the States were as introspective…

Then, of course, there’s just the downright silly… (Not in the mood to show the sadder, suicidal notes)












Mystery, Mayhem… and a taste of Murder ;)

The time has come to say goodbye to several JETs in the community… those who will not be contracting for the 2015-2016 academic year will be returning home to family, friends, and futures no longer to be shared in Aomori. Shameless alliteration aside, they will be missed. Nothing says goodbye to an old crew and welcome to a new council quite like a murder mystery party where the former president and vice president are murdered for our entertainment.


A whodunnit worthy of a Milan catwalk.

Dressed to kill, we filled Aomori City’s Penthouse  the soiree launched with a host of talents and their entertaining repertoires: Tahitian dance, Liszt, singing, guitars, and spoken word poetry. We were all in the dark, anticipating the murder to occur sometime throughout the night but not quite sure how or when – the who was quite obvious, of course 😀 – and then the announcement for nibbles caught most everyone off guard. In what will be remembered as the swiftest dropping dead in the history of murder mystery parties, Pat and Ryan were murdered by their treasurer with the pen in the Penthouse and brought back as incoherent zombies by a graduate of Ghostbusters Academy via the arcane musical tie worn by the talent show’s guitarist (we’re classy and creative up here in Aomori). Left to mingle and investigate the details, which included the incoherent Pat and Ryan’s accounts of how they thought they were murdered, guests enjoyed the finest of appetizers and company for the next two hours. All in all it was a great night, whether one wanted to participate in the solving of the murder mystery or not. A bit like D&D on a massive, chaotic scale 😉


Detective Lisa Quinn is murdered…

Otherwise this week saw us at a glorious 11 degrees Celsius! Got invited to a picnic where we made damper (Australian bread cooked over an open fire) and reveled in the beauty of warmth and sunlight, grass and trees… I miss the oppressive heat of the California sun. It’s only April but it’s been hitting 90 degrees Fahrenheit back home… winter go away, please. Bring back the warm weather!

Ikebana Like It’s 1536

Before my ikebana instructor corrected my form…     

According to my ikebana instructor, the flowers speak. Can I put that on my resume once I master this skill? 😉 Ikebana is a series of studied forms. There is nothing spontaneous about this art form. Geometric, methodical, one might even say strategic. Scholars suspect that the practice of flower arrangement for artistic and meditation goes back further than its first recorded history in the 15th century.

After ikebana master corrected my display. Mind blown.  

I keep crowding my flowers. Or as she put it: “They flowers are like a family. If they can’t breathe, they can’t talk to each other.”


Day Four: The Last Night

I cried at the reunion. Three times. I hadn’t seen them in nearly three years and the bittersweet memory of having once been so close brought me to a surprising conclusion. I’m not quite sure what ramifications it will have on my future, but I can already feel the impetus, the drive, and although I’m just a tiny bit scared… I won’t be holding myself back anymore.

Day Three: Disney Sea


Photo taken courtesy of Micchan (https://shopaholicinjapan.wordpress.com/)


Although I’m not a Disney otaku (not by a long shot), I don’t mind excursions to theme parks every once in a great while and I’ve been to several Disneylands and Disneyworlds but Disney Sea is the one that caused me the most concern. For starters it’s built right on the ocean (the inner geologist in me convulsed) yet it’s so artistically put together and picturesque that it’s hard not to enjoy the beauty of the park. Mind, I didn’t have time to really explore (wait lines take up to four hours depending on the popularity of the ride) so I’ll have to go back just to visit the Aladdin themed section of the park.

Being the classy, working ladies that we are, we booked a fancy lunch. Well worth the money, only wish there had been more food! Pear compote recipes, I will master you yet…

My favorite part of Disney Sea? Location. As much as I freaked out internally about the location itself, for ecological and geological reasons, I caved in to my willful ignorance and stopped thinking about it around twenty minutes in to our visit. Also the popcorn hunt was fun (but those can be found at Tokyo Disneyland as well).

Least favorite part? All the people. Never mind social anxiety and introversion, there were just too many people for such a small park – go figure, it was Spring Break – and wait lines for the popular lines went anywhere from an hour and a half to four hours. We were waiting in line at Indiana Jones for at least two hours when they finally turned us away… the ride broke down or something.

Prices have been hiking in recent years but are still cheaper than SoCal and Florida, especially now that the dollar is finally stronger than the yen so take advantage while you still can!

Day One: Down Memory Lane

It’s taken me two years to return to Japan and not as a student this past summer but as a language assistant. The nostalgia of having been in Tokyo runs deeply, yet there are still so many places, so many things I wasn’t able to finish the first time around. Although I’m not a city girl, Tokyo was my first real home away from home. I suspect it’ll always hold a special place in my heart if only for that reason alone.

Let me say that night bus is not a method that I recommend, unless you’re quite strapped for cash. Guilty as charged. An eight hour drive isn’t too bad of it is just continuous driving. However, eight hours of continuous stops, people boarding and getting off… Well, it takes a toll on your sleep cycle. By the time we finally arrived at the West Shinjuku Bus Terminal, it was 6:30am and checkin at the hostel didn’t start until 4:00pm. What’s a girl to do in a city where she no longer has a home?

Well ,you could do the honorable thing, wait for Starbucks to open, and pay up the yen for overpriced coffee and an old fashioned doughnut in order to use the free WiFi…

…or you could hang out at the alma mater and haunt the empty floors like a pro. Because, you know,  that’s not creepy at all.

Retracing the old university paths of two – now swiftly going on three – years ago, the whole experience felt slightly surreal. Everyone was competing for attention, handing fliers for their clubs, and generally exuding the excitement that all undergrads feel about club week and starting university for the first time. I felt so out of place, not young enough to be an undergrad and yet only just recently matriculated…

Shakaijin. It’s Japanese for an employed adult working full time hours. And that was me. Sigh. I looked into the mirror in one of the bathrooms while I attempted to freshen up for a meeting with a former professor who would be retiring from the university soon. There were dark circles beneath my eyes, some wrinkles, and extra weight gained… I definitely did not feel 23 in that moment.  I felt like an obasan stuck in a nostalgic cycle, in denial of her own age and life choices. Now a week later with a couple of full nights’ sleep in, I realize that I looked exactly how I should have looked: like a woman who had slept on a bus for 8 hours. The movies lie!!!

Lunch was, of course, at the one and only: Tariya Curry. Located a couple steps away from the SILS building, this restaurant packs a punch for its low student prices. This was the place where I tried curry for the first time and I made it my good-bye breakfast three years ago. Also it was my welcome dinner when I arrived in Tokyo for JET. I suspect Tariya will be my good-bye dinner when I leave Japan again. Some traditions, they’re just unbreakable and delicious. They have two new sets: Basil Nan and Gorgonzola Cheese Nan… Why are you so far away Tariya?! T.T

And what’s a reunion party without karaoke? 😉

Anyhow that concluded our first day back in Tokyo. The next couple of days were intense and we hit the ground running early but those are stories for another day.

The Japanese School System from an American Perspective

Education is learning what you didn’t even know you didn’t know. -Daniel J. Boorstin

Today marks the official end of the third semester. Yes, it’s the final end to the strange, strange practice of attending school for 8 weeks just so that the third years can study their brains out for the high school entrance exam. Saying good-bye to my beloved third years was quite painful. As one of them summarized it for me: ‘Goodbye for forever!’

*insert sad face*

From April on wards, we begin the whole ritual of entrance ceremonies and school life all over again. As an educator of seven months and a few odd days, it’s difficult to have an unbiased perspective because I’m still figuring out what my role in the school system is and how to best utilize to teach language and culture sensitively but it seemed like a good starting point nonetheless. I might update this piece again in another couple of months for the one year anniversary of my arrival in Japan. In the meantime…

School life. Otherwise known as, the never-ending compulsory thirteen years of general education specialization of doom. And then some, because let’s be honest, all the good jobs require at least a baccalaureate degree in Something (in America, it rarely matters what… unless, you know, you want to be doctor or a nurse).

So what do you kids learn in school these days, eh? I think it was quite funny that the principle at one of my junior highs really drove this point home:

Principal: ‘So third years, what do you use (insert ridiculous equation here) for?’

Third years: *BLANK STARES*

Principal: Step it up. High school’s much harder than what you’re doing here.

Anyway, here’s the basic breakdown of what the education system looks like (for the most part) in the United States…


Teachers: the institution you entered is the institution from which they will drag your cold, hard body off the desk. Tenure is practically guaranteed at the ten year mark. Also, you do not transfer from school to school within the district. If you are a middle school teacher, you do not walk from class to class, rather you have your own classroom and the students are expected to walk from class to class. You emphasize the importance of critical thinking over rote memorization. You don’t end work just because you’ve clocked out. If anything you’re grading papers while attending your daughter’s science fair or your son’s piano recital. When invited to a dinner party, you’re grading papers from appetizers to dessert and have subsequently lost all rights to being invited anywhere by your other friends.

Preschool (optional): finger painting, ABCs, 1-2-3s, and other exciting adventures in the realm of learning how to use the toilet properly.

Elementary School (Kindergarten to 6th grade): the seven single most fun years of education, replete with projects, interactive reports, and learning how to negotiate a fare trade from chocolate pudding to Hot Cheetoes during lunch. This was the life. Sadly, we didn’t know it until much later. Subjects learned: Math, Science, History, Physical Education, Social Studies, Music, Computers, English/Cursive (I’m probably dating myself here since cursive is no longer taught).

Middle School (7th and 8th grade): Suddenly, nothing was ever simple again. Raging hormones, blasting Lincoln Park through the house, and school dances. You learn to hide what you’re really feeling because the animals will tear apart the weakest link in any group. Also, group work sucks. Subjects learned: Math, Science, World History, American History, English, Physical Education, Drama/Home Economics/Band/Wood Shop/Etc., Home Room. Life is about attitude. It’s about being you in the face of a world that’s trying to socialize you to look like the previous generation. *insert Lincoln Park lyrics: I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn’t even matter…*

High School (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th grade): Suddenly there are all of these REQUIREMENTS to graduate and tests. All the tests in world: AP tests, SAT tests, high school exit exams, and then just your average test of the month/semester/year. The there is finding out your sexuality and where you fit in the grander scheme of things and finding a way to leave your hometown forever because you know, living and dying in the same house is too Emily Dickinson to be cool anymore (I joke), and then there was finding someone to attend the dance with you… High school was that strange period in life where you’re rushing to find things out before you leave for college, vocational school, and/or settling down with a job. Subjects learned: Maths, Sciences, English, Foreign Language, American History, World History, Electives, Physical Education, Economics, Law, etc. Depending on what state you went to and what requirements were in place, your high school education could have looked like anything. Also after school clubs and sports went a long way for your social life. This is also the age where you suddenly realize you have three apples and Mary Jane Vanderbilt/Onassis/insert-rich-family-name-here has twenty-five billion apples… the difference in life advantages between three and twenty-five billion are insurmountable… unless of course you’re intellectually one of the top 1% of your class and can afford to apply anywhere you want. But really, most of us were in the other 99% anyway >.>


Teachers: You are mother/father/nutritional counselor/sports coach/friend/cheerleader/moral instructor/teacher to your students. You emphasize rote memorization over critical thinking. Every three years or so, you face the risk of being uprooted from the institution where you teach and forced to relocate within the span of two weeks. As a new teacher you start at level 0 (no trust, no real responsibilities, and your presented ideas will not be seriously considered by any of your coworkers). The more years you’ve put into your institution, the more seriously you will be taken and the more responsibilities you will be given. You start work at dawn and at 10pm you’re still at your desk pulling overtime to be amazing. If your students get into trouble, the first person the police will contact is you and not the parents.

Preschool & Kindergarten (optional): The focal point of your education revolves around learning your shapes from your colors and how to use the toilet properly. Basically, whatever your American counterparts are learning but in Japanese. Also, moral education is considered the responsibility of the school. I can’t tell the difference from preschool or kindergarten in Japan. Preschool might have more of a day care vibe but I’m sure they have an educational curriculum as well. Children at this age are being prepped to be miniature adults in the subtler arts of politeness and etiquette. I’ve been faced with children as young as 3 who can sit still for a whole five minutes in seiza (which is quite the accomplishment if you knew how painful it normally is… that and they’re three years old… what three year old can stay still for five whole minutes?!).

Elementary school (1st grade to 6th grade): Compulsory. This is the first time you will have been separated from your parents if you didn’t attend either preschool or kindergarten. You have an entire classroom full of friends, with whom you are socially obligated to be friendly and kind. Yes. You are obligated to get along with EVERYONE. If you do not play by the invisible social rules that you soak up through careful watching and listening, you will be ostracized in the worst possible way to shame you into reforming your conduct (I wish I were joking). Because everyone is required to eat the same school lunch (delivered by the local food packing center), you learn the ninja ways of secretly stashing food until the teacher looks the other way and you can pass it to your friend who will eat it for you. In turn, you will eat food that your friend hates when the time comes to return the favor. Subjects learned: Math, Science, Japanese, English (grades 5 and 6, 1st through 4th receiving occasional instruction), Calligraphy, Arts and Crafts, Home Economics, Physical Education, Social Studies, Music.

Middle School (7th to 9th grade): Compulsory. If you were bubbly, full of life, and generally the happiest person that ever walked the planet at age 11… middle school is about to change all that. You start wearing a uniform, you’re worked to the bone in rigorous school subject, and are expected to conform to institutional standards of conduct. You memorize the book and regurgitate it for the test. Clubs and after school activities are one of the few times you actually have fun in school. Hormones run rampant. You look forward to lunchtime every day because by the end of the first four school periods, whatever you had for breakfast was just enough to get you through to third period but not fourth. Around this time you’re becoming more and more aware that being an adult is over-rated. You’ve been entrusted with responsibility since you could walk. Your excitement levels peak at school festival season and vacation time. To Americans, you appear like soulless zombies, but in reality you’re just trying to survive the battlefield that is intensive rote memorization learning to pass the high school entrance exam. Subjects learned: Math, science, Japanese, Home Economics, Music, History, Social Studies, Art, and after school clubs are mandatory. You will attend high school even if it’s not mandatory because life without a high school degree is too hard to live…. even if it means putting up with English for another THREE WHOLE years.

High School (10th to 12th grade): Not compulsory. I have no idea what you’re like by the time you’re fifteen but I can only imagine, given that middle school is so rough to survive. You had to pass the high school entrance exam. The bane of your life (aka English) is one massive pain in the patootty. Unless of course you’re one of the 1% who actually enjoy and can keep up with all the arbitrary non-rules of a western foreign language.