Sorry to keep you all waiting for the wonderful awesome news that Japan is still wonderously awesome. The reason that I haven't posted in a little while is because there hasn't been a HUGE story that has happened (like me falling off of the bike) and I've been pretty busy in this thing we call real life, too.
Last week we had to fill out progress reports and make certificates (i.e. "graduation" cards for the kids when they finished the course for the year). I had about 40 something to write up. So I had to rank them in their pronunciation, itonation, interest level and so on. I also had to write up a little paragraph saying how they have done this year.
You might say, "Jeremy, but you've only been there two months, how on earth can you know how they've done the whole year?" Then I would say, "Young grasshopper, always remember to think before you open your mouth and remember that there are other progress records that were already done in the past by the person that I replaced. Therefore young one, I was able to look at the scores from past progress and relate into my own for the present. One who is wise will understand all these things. Take them, and go, my child."
So I was busy with that, busy with familiarizing myself with my new schedule, busy with extra lessons to try to get children to come to Amity, by interesting them with a trial lesson or having a "Hello" lesson with them to introduce them to me since I'm new. And hopefully, new students will come to take my courses. Well, all is well in Jeremy land as far as new students signing up. I had a trial lesson with one little girl who is about 8 years old and she decided to take my class. Another three year old girl liked me so much that she told her father that she wants to take my class. I've only been here two months folks, and in that manner of time, I had a hand in bringing new students to the school, excuse me while I pat myself on the back *pat pat pat*.
Forewarning, this will probably be a long post as I have a few things to talk about. First, let's talk about my first baby lesson. That's right all, I teach babies. Not the "goo goo ga ga" babies, but 1 and 2 year olds. Now before you go making the same mistake and asking another quesiton, how about I explain to you that this is a class with the mothers as well. Any Psychology majors, or anyone with any knowledge of how the human brain functions will know that from 0-4 years old your brain is a sponge. So although the 1 and 2 year olds may not be speaking much English, they are taking in everything that is being said to them. And when the moms also repeat what is being said in English, they take it in even more.
Last week I had three (count it) three baby lessons. I have not had a baby lesson since my second day of training, and I was nervous. The night before I had a dream that I showed up to Amity with just a t-shirt and underwear on. I also was doing everything wrong that day, including, when I actually changed into clothes, wearing street clothes instead of my suit. Yes, I was nervous. You might be wondering why. Well, unlike the other lessons, the baby lessons are EXTREMELY structured. There is room for improvisation, but it is a pretty structured lesson for 40 minutes with almost no downtime . So I was hoping I didn't skip a part, or mess up, or anything, and those of you that know me know that I have a history of worrying a little bit too much when I don't need to.
Well, this case was no different. All three of my baby lessons went extremely well. Of course there were things I could have done better, but there were a LOT of things I could have done worse. The best part about the baby lessons, were of course, the babies. Every time I pulled out a book for a baby to look at, she would immediately go to her moms bag and grab her copy of the book. She's only 1. Her name is Honoka (like Hannukuh), and she's a sweetheart. At first she was scared of me and would only stay by her mother, then, I started acting like only I do and she probably figured "Oh wow, this guy is sillier than I am, he's not scary." So, my baby lessons went well.
Remember the little boy who always decides he's done listening to me and he acts like the Shinkansen (the bullet train)? Yeah, this next story involves him, his name is Atsuke (AHT-SOO-KEE). Last week and this week we are learning our colors. I would go through my flash cards and have all three boys repeat after me (these boys are three, by the way). However, when I got to Green (two weeks in a row mind you) Atsuke and Tomonori (TOH-MOH-NOH-REE) would start yelling at each other. Obviously I only know a tiny tiny eensy weensy teensy bit of Japanese, so I have no clue what they are saying. I know they are arguing about what is on the card though. The card says "Green" and it has a picture of a green parrot. I don't know what it is they were arguing about, but it SOUNDED something like this.
A: Green! Look, the bird is sitting on a branch!
T: NO! He's not, he's in a cage!
A: A BRANCH!
T: A CAGE!
A:A BRANCH!
T: A CAGE!
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And so on and so on. At one point Tomonori actualy hit atsuke when I had my back turned. It was CRAZY! It got so bad that Atsuke kept trying to open the door, leave the classroom and go to his mom. All three of the little boys moms wait in the lobby while their sons are in class. And it doesn't stop there, Tomonori's mom actually SAW him hit Atsuke. I literally turned my back for 3 seconds to grab what I was using next for the lesson, I look up, Tomonori is hitting, and I look at the window that is in the classroom (that doesn't look to outside, but let's the people in the hallway see the classroom) and I see Tomonori's mom. Her face was so mad. She didn't LOOK angry, but you could tell she was shocked angry kind of thing. And she wasn't mad at me, I know that for a fact. She was embarassed that her son was doing that. So I went over and separated them immediately and tried to talk some sense into them...yes...in English...so it didn't work, but later, the lesson KIND of got back on track. Oh well, all ended up being OK, cause kids are kids are kids no matter what country they are in. After class they were running around like nothing had happened at all. So goes life and the young ones.
NEXT! We have Ryo. Yes, the boy who fell asleep on me the first time I taught him. Or, rather, almost fell asleep. At Amity there is an opening we do for the lesson EVERY time to get the kids speaking English. We have a fake window with fake cards that have different types of weather on them. So we pull out the window and say "What's this?" and they say, "It's a window!" then we ask, "How do we open the window?" And they have to knock on the window and then I say, "Open the window 1..2..3" And then I ask "How's the weather?" and they say, "It's...." whatever is on the card. So I go through all of the weather with Ryo, who is a very smart three year old, and then we take a walk outside the classroom to the window that looks outside. I ask him, "How's the weather?" and he says "Rainy". And then we walk back into the classroom and I proceed to sing my "Weather" song. "How's the weather? It's RAY NEE (rainy)" and instead of saying rainy, cause he KNOWS it's rainy, he keeps yelling "SUNNY!!!" and I keep saying, "Ryo, no, it's rainy, you know it's rainy because you just told me it was rainy." So I start up again, "How's the weather..it's.." and he says "SUNNY!" and every time I say rainy, he overlaps it while screaming "SUNNY!" I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could he, but still, I was thinking to myself "COME ON RYO! It's rainy!!"
Another funny thing he did was when I was trying to teach him "cow". I kept saying, "Ok Ryo, say cow." and he would say "chow" and I said, no no, look at me, "cow". And he would say "chow" and I said, "No, no no, Ryo, say cow" and he would say "chow." So I thought for a second and said, "Say kick Ryo" and he said "kick" and I said, "Ok now say cow"..."chow.." DUDE!!! Oh well...
Oh, funny tidbit. All of me and Rebecca's older students, well not all of mine, but some of mine, think that me and becs are b/f and g/f. We've been here two months and they still don't believe us. One of my older students, who is a boy, was laughing after Rebecca walked out of the class I was teaching (she had to grab some stuff to work on for another class out of that room). And then the other two girls in the class who are 17 start laughing. And I said, "Nani (what?)" and Yuta (who is a boy, yes, it's a boys name) said, "Girlfriend" and I said, "NOOO!! Guys I told you last week, I DON'T have a girlfriend!" Cause a couple of my students had asked me a week ago if I had one and I told them I didn't. And yet again, they did not believe me. Man, these teenagers are funny. Anyway.
Lastly. I went on a picnic yesterday. We went to a place where there are a lot of sports fields, Gazeebo's and a massive slide. We actually had a barbecue. I had cow tongue for the first time, really good stuff if I do so say myself. And get this. This is another reason I just LOVE Japan. When is the last time you grilled noodles? I mean, BBQ style. Outside, seasonsed it, and grilled it on a grill? Really? You never have? OH! That's right! That's because no one ever thinks that you would even DO such a thing. But we DID here in Japan. And let me tell you without any bias (well maybe a little) they were probably the best noodles I've ever had in my entire life. SO good. I don't know WHAT seasoning they used, but good GRACIOUS it was wonderful! *sigh* I love this place.
Oh...lastly lastly. Japan is also cool because there are people from many different countries here. On Saturday night I met a guy from Napal, a girl from Greece, a girl from Spain, a guy from..I don't know exactly where but I think the middle east..and I think he was gay because of HOW he was trying to get me to dance with him, and another guy from Africa. I also saw a few Japanese people I recognized that I had met since I've been here, they were really cool, especially Narito (THE NINJA!). That's what he told me when I met him, I asked him his name and I said "NARUTO, like the character?!" and he said "NO...NARITO (Nah-REE-TOH) the NINJA!" There is no Narito the ninja ladies and gents, he was just being silly. So that's how I remember him now. Arigato gozaimashta for reading and enjoy the pictures. Ja mate ne!
Oh, the pictures are right under the top picture, click "WEE!"
-Jeremy aka The grilled noodle lover