Getting nostalgic...

Tick...tick...tick...

There’s only about a month left until I’m done with teaching on the JET Programme. Until I’m out of my apartment; until I can no longer call myself an ALT. This is a pretty scary thought. But it’s an idea I’ve been getting used to over the past few months. When the day came to sign the paper saying I wouldn’t be recontracting, I could barely bring myself to do it. Nevertheless I did, and while I didn’t feel great about it afterwards, I knew I was making a good decision. Something had been telling me to move onwards and upwards (whatever that entails).

There were times in the weeks following that I felt compelled to walk up to my supervisor and exclaim “It was a mistake! Take me back! I want to stay!” But there were also times when I sat at my desk at work with nothing to do, wondering when the day would come when I would feel like I had actually earned my paycheck. And I’ve been comforted by the fact that eventually I would be leaving Japan anyway, if not this year, next year, and I think leaving might only get harder the longer I stay.

Pros and cons aside, there’s a lot of things I’ll miss about Japan. (Besides the friends I've made and the places I've visited.) Superficial or profound, they’ve made living in Gifu one of the best times in my life.

Safety and Cleanliness
These are a given- I don’t need to elaborate. It’s Japan. While occasionally the level of order and sanitation have seemed almost stifling, for the most part I pity myself and other foreigners who have to return to their comparatively anarchic and filthy homelands.

Vending Machines
They’re ubiquitous: on train platforms, in office buildings, on random street corners, in the middle of rice fields. Even at the holiest of places, temples and shrines. The choice of beverages is mindblowing: no two machines have the same selection. In summer, the drinks quench your thirst and deliver welcome coolness to your sweat-drenched body. In winter, cans serve as hand-warmers as well as suppliers of sweet, sweet coffee. But the machines themselves can seem a little sinister, especially at night. Always awake. Always on. Always glowing with that eerie fluorescent light. Despite their convenience, I fear that one day they’ll all come to life, and Japan will no longer be the place to be. hehe

Combinis
This appreciation goes along with my love of vending machines. Some of my fondest memories in Japan have been of late night / early morning drunken combini runs. I’m embarrassed to think of the number of combini attendants we’ve shocked and amused with our intoxicated foreignness. Japanese combinis are unsurpassed in their ability to give you what you need, now. Especially when that happens to be another beer, a box of Pocky and a ginger ‘anti-hangover’ drink.

(I realize that vending machines and combinis are two of the worst offenders as far as non-sustainable living goes. But they’ve been one of my indulgences over my two years here. If I lived here any longer, I’d probably feel the need to kick my addiction.)

Sashimi


Speaking of non-sustainable living, I’ve been feeling slightly guilty about my love of sashimi. Today I found a website listing the world's most endangered fish and many of the sea creatures commonly found in sushi are classified as “eco-worst” fish. Japan is probably one of the countries least concerned about overfishing, which unfortunately makes sense, given that their diet, and to a large extent culture, is based on seafood.

Matsuri
A Japanese festival is a feast for the senses. Even after two years here, when other things have become humdrum and mundane, I'm still in awe of festivals. They’re incredibly diverse and you can enjoy them on so many different levels. If you just wanna get out, get drunk and take surreal photos for Facebook, they’ve got you covered. If you want to witness a rare cultural ritual and learn about another aspect of Buddhist or Shinto beliefs, you can do that. And if you want to get really deep, and ponder what that ice sculpture symbolizes about 21st-century Japanese identity, go ahead. There must be a festival on somewhere every day of the year in Japan, and there are big ones, small ones, famous ones and obscure ones. One frustration though, has been that often they’re held on a certain date, which means that if a cool festival is happening a few hours away on a Wednesday night, you miss out.

The Seasons
Despite what Nihonjin like to believe, Japan isn’t the only country with four distinct seasons. I suppose I could be accused of not what I’m talking about, being from Melbourne where it seems like there’s only two seasons (a hot summer and a mild winter). In my defense, I’ve traveled and lived in other places with four distinct seasons before. But I suspect that the Japanese do seasonal appreciation like no one else. They’ve been observing, appreciating and haiku-ing about the changes in weather and nature for centuries, and their country lends itself well to such veneration. Sites in Japan almost require four visits- one in each season- since the same place can look so dramatically different depending on the time of year. I will miss the little touches in shops and houses here and there that correspond to the season. The hundred yen shop has been one of the most obvious indicators for me of what I should look out for and admire this month: cherry blossoms in April, autumn leaves in October, goldfish and breezes in July.

Onsen


At first, getting naked with strangers was a daunting prospect. But now, I associate onsens with freedom and relaxation- two things that are fairly hard to come by in daily life in Japan. Often, the water has been almost too hot for me to stand- actually scalding. It makes my skin red after only a minute or two, but it helps the muscles relax in a way they never do otherwise. It seems contradictory that a society otherwise so controlled and pressurized could be so committed to public bathing and relaxation in general. But I guess it’s more evidence that Japan is a land of extremes.

Bicycles
Everyone rides a bike in Japan. Kids, teenagers, salarymen, office ladies, farmers, housewives and grandmas- go outside for a few minutes and you’ll probably see an example of at least three of these, perched atop a mamachari. And nobody, except elementary school kids, wears a helmet. Bikes are given respect here: cars know to look out for them and pedestrians move out of their way. Unlike Australia, bikes are allowed on the footpath and there are mass parking areas near train stations. You don’t have to become a hard-core aerodynamic bike warrior decked out in spandex and a helmet to survive the ride to work. One of the best things about J-bikes are the baskets. Yep, at first you feel like a 5-year-old with training wheels, but soon you realize the convenience of it. The only negative aspect of bike riding in Japan that I can think of is that because everyone rides one, even the slowest and least coordinated riders are out and about. This includes ancient ojiichans who ride with their legs spread wide, oblivious to anyone who might want to pass, and then turn to gape at you when you finally do.


No Small Talk
At the risk of sounding antisocial, I’m not a big fan of the small talk that burdens us in Australia. I’m sure it’s pretty much the same in other English-speaking countries, but I have a feeling Australians engage in it more than other Westerners, having more of a group mentality than Americans, for example. Obviously it serves a useful purpose and I can fake it as well as anyone, but it can be such a drainer. In Japan, however, there seems to be a lot less small talk going on, at least of the kind I'm used to. Of course, this could be partly because I don’t speak Japanese well. But small talk isn’t really part of the culture. You learn set phrases and use them. Nobody looks down on you for parroting the same phrase every time you see them – you’re expected to say it. No “Weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” (my Nihongo textbooks made sure to teach “Ii tenki desu ne?” which I have never heard in Japan). You don’t have to think up new and creative ways to greet people throughout the day. Just a simple “Ohayoo gozaimasu” in the morning, and a head nod for subsequent greetings. Sure, it can seem fake and insincere, but so can the elaborate attempts we make in the West. At least the Japanese way is easy, even if you do feel like you’re on autopilot sometimes.

Karaoke
I used to hate singing in front of other people. I’m not a particularly talented singer, but at least I can carry a tune (I think). Before Japan, I had only been to karaoke once in Melbourne, which is thankfully cosmopolitan enough to have a karaoke box frequented by international students. Since coming to Gifu though, it has become almost a staple in my life. The combination of some favorite songs, good friends, ironically 'heartfelt' numbers (like “The Rose” and “Circle of Life”) and alcohol- what’s not to like? Well, actually, the smell of the rooms (B.O. and cigarettes) and the hangover the next day. But overall, a karaoke night in Japan is 6 hours well spent. I still recoil at the thought of public singing, but a Shidax room with a few friends doesn’t intimidate me anymore.

Presentation
Japan is a beautiful place, in many ways. There’s a lot more nature here than the stereotyped images would suggest. Having said that, there’s way too much concrete for my liking in most urban areas, but because almost everywhere you go is clean and neat, Japanese cities are a lot kinder to the eyes than they would be otherwise. As well as the clean factor, most Japanese are incredibly preoccupied with appearances. This includes personal grooming as well as the presentation of food and objects in general. Here there’s no shame in going to any length to ensure you're perfectly presented. Even if this means going through your entire daily beauty routine on the train or stopping to fix your hair in a shop window (girls and guys alike). In stores, the clerk will spend a good 3-5 minutes carefully wrapping up whatever souvenir you’ve bought, with none of the “near enough is good enough” attitude found in other countries. The emphasis seems to be on creating the perfect look no matter what the cost. Witnessing such blatant acts of vanity can be frustrating and has occasionally made me complain that Japan must be the most superficial place on earth(!), but it shows a level of pride and attention to detail that we tend to lack in the West. Being in a place where I see this kind of thing every day has changed my attitude. Yes, it's a tired 'Japan's so Zen!' cliche, but being here, I feel less like just getting things done as quickly as possible and more able to appreciate the small things, take my time and be more patient.

"All Australians Are Friendly"

I enjoy teaching English here… but sometimes it can get a little mind-numbing speaking in my genkiest voice, trying to appear interested in hearing what Kenji had for lunch today, and spelling out words like ‘goggles’. So more than teaching English, I enjoy teaching culture. Luckily, the school I work at is pretty advanced in its English curriculum, and we have 異文化(i-bunka) classes, which translates as “different culture”. Awhile ago, I was helping a JTE teach a class about stereotypes. The idea of learning about stereotypes would elicit a groan from Australian high school students. The message has usually been drummed into them over their school years that “stereotypes are bad”. In Japan, however, I’m pretty sure kids never get this kind of input.

First of all, there’s no word for ‘stereotype’ in Japanese. The JTE told me that the loanword イメージ (imeeji, from ‘image’) is as close as it comes. Well, obviously a stereotype is an image, but a particular kind of image- an oversimplified image- that’s the point. The students didn’t seem to completely get the concept. Several of them had been on a homestay in Australia last year. We asked them what they had thought about Australian people before their trip. They ALL said “friendly”. We asked them if they still thought all Australians were friendly. They all said yes, without even thinking about it, and without elaborating.

One boy in the class had recently returned from a year living in Australia on exchange. I was sure he could come up with something more insightful than the other students. He used a Japanese word that the teacher translated as “carefree”, “happy-go-lucky” (or “slack”, if you put a negative spin on it). We asked if he still thought that about Australians, and he said yes. I asked “ALL Australians?”. And he replied, “Yes”. Fair enough... what we consider slack, or even carefree, in the West is vastly different from the less forgiving Japanese definition, in a country where meeting a friend 2 minutes late is inexcusable.

Of course, neither ‘friendly’ nor ‘carefree’ are bad things, and I don’t feel offended that Japanese high-schoolers perceive Australians that way. But it wasn’t so much what they thought, as how unquestioning they were of their own perceptions. The point of the class was to realize that stereotypes are often shallow and incorrect, not to simply regurgitate, and thereby perpetuate them.

This classroom experience got me thinking. The students seemed practically incapable of considering that changing their initial judgement of others is possible. They come across as extremely naïve in this respect, and really seem to lack the ability for critical thought. It’s not their fault; just a result of their culture and education system, I guess. Coupled with the lack of a satisfying Japanese word for 'stereotype', it makes me think that many Japanese people would have a hard time understanding and accepting the idea. When you think about the culture, this makes sense. Mainstream Japanese society actually relies on the perpetuation of stereotypes; more so than truly multicultural societies. Here, society is viewed as a collection of groups. The members of these groups are virtually one and the same- the individual doesn’t predominate. They stand together, united in a common role or purpose. If one member of the group does something wrong, all members are held at least partially responsible. That’s a given. Of course, this has some very positive results, like strong social cohesion and obedience brought about by avoidance of shame. But the group-centered mindset also provides fertile ground for the development and perpetuation of stereotypes… and its uglier cousins, prejudice and xenophobia.

This reminds me of another thing I’ve noticed: many Japanese perceive racism, discrimination and prejudice to be problems of other countries, not Japan. Of course when the population is 99% homogenous (racially speaking), it’s easy to be blissfully unaware of those issues. But discrimination and prejudice can exist within a relatively ‘pure’ society like Japan’s. And yet, because Japan is inclined to “spread the wealth around”, and because 99% of people share the same racial and genetic profile, the sector of society affected by prejudice and discrimination in Japan is easily ignored. So it’s not hard to see why these issues would go unrecognized and be swept under the rug. The popular perception is that Japan is homogenous – which it is- but more homogenous than it really is. I would venture to say that the senior high school student who knows anything about the burakumin, or Ainu or native Okinawans is a rare breed.

None of what I’ve just said is a novel insight- people (mainly outsiders) have recognized this about Japan for many years. And there are plenty of other more in-depth discussions out there than what I’ve come up with. But being here and seeing it first-hand in the young generation of Japanese is different, and more confronting, than just reading about it on some website.

21 Months

Twenty-one months. That’s how long I’ve been living in Gifu. Hard to believe, and hard to count. It’s such a random number. More than a year and a half, but not quite two years. When people ask me now how long I’ve been here, I take my time answering. It probably seems like I’m lying or something.

Part of the reason I decided not to stay another year here was because I’ve felt it becoming too familiar. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting used to a place. In fact, I stayed a second year precisely because I wanted to get to that familiar stage with Gifu. But there are different levels of familiarity. And staying a third year seemed like a way of settling, in a place where I don’t want to settle… at least not now.

Last week I discovered what’s already become one of my favorite websites, matadortravel.com.
One of their articles (http://thetravelersnotebook.com/how-to/how-to-travel-at-home/)has articulated a lot of the things I haven’t been able to describe so far. How travel lets you be present in the moment, opens your eyes to every tiny detail around you, and gives you new perspectives on the world, people and yourself.

My first year in Japan went by in a blur of frantic sightseeing, new friends, parties, weekend trips, karaoke and mild homesickness. Year Two started out with some new responsibilities and a resolve to make the most of my final year here. Mostly, it’s been pleasant feeling more settled and competent than last year. But there were definitely periods when I felt I had fallen into a rut. It’s much more frustrating to be in a rut when you’re overseas than in your home country. There’s the added pressure of feeling like you should be enjoying this rare opportunity. Of course, as the article above describes, there are ways to drag yourself out of said rut.

With my remaining time here quickly diminishing, I’m trying to see and do all the things that I meant to but never got around to (I know, good luck to me). Like ride my bike to Gifu city and back. This ended up being one of my most memorable evenings in Japan. I’d always assumed it was too far, or too hard to find the way, but it was only a 40-minute ride, following the train line. Staring out the train window on my way to Gifu, I’d always felt the urge to bike through the rice fields between K-town and Gifu. The roads were so flat, so unobstructed. As wide open a space as you’re ever likely to get in Japan. So I set off, one springy evening after work. Keeping Tower 43 in my sights, I pedaled up and down hills, over streams, through tunnels and past rice fields. It really gave me a new perspective on the area, and I sensed a different vibe to Gifu. Travelling by train, it had always felt that my journey from K-town to Gifu was a country-to-city trip. But now it was more of an adventure between towns.

The way back was even better. I’d bought some donuts in Gifu station with the intention of eating them at home. The sun was setting behind me and the moon rose in front of me. It started out a faint pink color and as it climbed higher, it became redder and more visible. I stopped by the river to eat my donuts and admire the view. Everything seemed fresh and full of possibilities, more so because it was finally spring and the trees were sprouting new leaves.

You see the most affecting things when you’re not looking for them. I came across what I thought was the best view of the night- the moon through some cherry blossoms. The air was balmy and sweet with spring. A river was burbling nearby and insects were chirping. Real picture-book stuff. Further up, I saw that the stream was lined with more cherry trees in bloom, with small red and pink lanterns glowing amongst the trees. The unbelievable thing was that the area was absolutely deserted. It looked like the perfect setting for a hanami festival, but not a soul was in sight. I was touched by the fact that this spot had been decorated, almost like a form of nature-worship. Not necessarily for the benefit of the hoardes coming to admire it; just because it was spring and the blossoms were out and the world was alive once again. I almost felt like there were spirits of some sort (ancestors, river sprites?) admiring the spot along with me.

For once, I was glad I didn’t have my camera. Photos wouldn’t have done the experience justice, and there are times when a camera can be too much of a filter between you and reality. I’m grateful I got to see, hear and feel it all, completely unobstructed.

Zen and the Art of Trains

I witnessed my first system failure in Japan the other day. Ok, maybe not complete failure. But things went wrong, in a place where things rarely go wrong. Especially when they involve public transport. The train system is definitely one of Japan’s strong suits; something it rightly boasts as the best in the world. The punctuality, the cleanliness, the unsurpassed efficiency of it… all characteristics of something I hold in reverence. Trains have been my passport to Japan since I arrived- shuttling me here and there between my smallish town and the castles, metropolises, temples, villages, mountains and oceans beyond.



I’ve come to know the different types of trains well (brand-new five-star shinkansens, generic local trains, tiny, rickety ‘one-man’ cars), their various smells (the wet-dog funk of a rainy day, the sticky, sweaty aroma of summer, the acrid stench of alcohol on the last train home), and the unspoken rules of on-board etiquette (never look someone in the eyes, take up as little space as possible, don’t engage in lively conversation before 7pm on a weekday). By now, it’s pretty safe to say that where trains are concerned, I’ve turned Japanese.



To think of Japan’s train lines as its arteries and veins (with Tokyo the heart, and Nagoya and Osaka other vital organs) wouldn’t be too fanciful.

So when trains here are late, you know something bad has happened. You learn that the most likely explanation for a train delay in super-efficient Japan is a suicide. Yep, someone has jumped onto the tracks, and usually succeeded in their mission.

Yesterday, my Belgian friend Aurelie (who I met in Canada and was now hosting in Japan- hello globalization) and I boarded the train for Takayama. We were heading up there to see an ukiyoe exhibit, lured by the offer of free tickets from another friend. All was well at first, bar a run-in with the third middle-aged man in two days to forcibly engage us in English conversation practice. Having shaken him off with a train-change, we settled contentedly into our seats on the express bound for Toyama. But on arrival at Hida Kanayama station (i.e. middle of nowhere), the train stopped, and didn’t get going again FOR FIVE HOURS.

Of course there was no indication that we were in for five hours of suspended animation. As far as I was concerned, this was an unusual, if not unprecedented, train delay, and we would be only a little late meeting my friend. At first Aurelie and I were wrapped up in conversation so it didn’t bother us in the slightest. But after two hours we were getting restless. There had been announcements, but no explanation of the problem- that I, with my conversational Japanese, could decipher. After hour three, I was starting to think that this wasn’t a case of “someone on the tracks”. We were even getting to the point of losing sympathy for the hypothetical victim, and discussed how long it should reasonably take to clean up after such an incident.

A few times, Aurelie and I left the train and sauntered around the platform, to battle a growing case of cabin fever. Passengers in the train stuck going the other direction stared woefully out at us. A local wandered out of his house to gawk at the motionless trains and peer down the tracks, all the while tucking in his shirt. At least the view was pretty. That part of Hida is gorgeous. The station was nestled among small mountain houses surrounded by lush spring greenery spilling down from the forest.





What struck me most about the whole experience was the behavior of the other (Japanese) passengers. For the most part, there was no behavior. They stayed in their seats and dozed, or stared at their mobile phone screens. There was an air of resignation about the whole thing. And this was despite a lack of information from the authorities. No one really knew what was going on, but apparently no one really cared. There was a middle-aged woman scurrying around, hassling the conductors with questions of “when?”, but mostly people just stayed put and waited it out. With not so much as a sigh of impatience.

It got me thinking. I know I’ve changed, being here in Japan. I’ve definitely developed more patience and a greater ability to just ‘let things go’. This is a result of both absorbing some of the cultural norms and the fact that there’s so much more I can’t control here, being a foreigner. For the most part, patience and endurance are a virtue. Certainly they were in the delayed train situation. But I maybe they can also signal apathy and aversion to change. I couldn’t help but think that had there actually been an emergency, where passengers could have done something to help or escape danger, that they would have just stayed put and waited for instructions from the authorities.

I’m sure plenty of people were fuming inside, in their own way. But Japanese culture trains them (no pun intended) to hide outward expressions of strong negative emotions, so they’re masters at concealing frustration. Although strange, the quiet atmosphere in the face of a major disruption to the day was refreshing for me. For the time that I was able to, it was soothing to just accept that our day of sightseeing was shot, sit back, and listen to my iPod, safe in the knowledge that whoever needed to was busily and efficiently working at a solution to the problem.

Yes We Can In Japan!

The US election is old news, I know. But it’s taken me this long to get my head around Obama-mania in Japan.

Take election day, for example. It was a normal day like any other in Japan. But lacking in other forms of engagement at work, I made good use of my internet access by refreshing news websites every couple minutes. At the end of 5th period, the teacher who sits next to me came back to his desk and asked, 「オバマかった?」 “Did Obama win?”.

That night, I went out for dinner with a few ALT friends. Passing by the train station, we noticed several posters up on a wall. I might add that posters are never put up on this wall; I think it’s even illegal. Anyway, the poster was a news bulletin announcing that Obama had won.

Later, during inauguration week, an English teacher came by my desk to remind me that around midnight Japan time, Obama would be giving his speech live on TV. There was definitely been a higher level of excitement about the election than I would have expected, here in a country that has traditionally been relatively self-contained and self-absorbed.

So I’ve made a list of all the times I heard something Obama-related pop up in everyday life, all the way over here in small-town Japan. Each of these were completely unprompted- in every case it was the Japanese person who brought Obama up, not me. I suppose it’s because in the Japanese subconscious, ‘Westerner’ tends to equal ‘American’. So I’m automatically seen as someone who will appreciate spontaneous outpourings of devotion to the 44th President of the United States. None of the people in question were aware that I’m a US citizen (the concept of dual nationality is an alien concept in Japan, so I tend not to mention it).

1. Visiting the Koizumi family one day back in October, K-chan, the 8-year-old, says “Obama”, completely out of the blue. Maybe her mother and I were talking about traveling, or America, or something, but it took me completely by surprise. I was completely amazed that an elementary kid in Gifu would even know the name of an American politician.

2. In class, teaching the 2nd grade students (16 y.o). Their task is to write a “Guess Who” quiz for their partner. I read over one kid’s shoulder: “He has black face. He will be next president of America.”

3. Again, teaching the 2nd grade students, who are doing a writing exercise. I go to check one student’s work and urge him to write a little more. This boy is obviously smart, but under-stimulated, so in the past he’s been a bit of a smart ass. This time, though, he exclaims “Yes we can!”.

4. The day after Obama’s inauguration, my supervisor brought it up. He commented that “now, an Okinawan can be Japan’s president”.

5. Teaching the 1st grade English stream students... we are having a 'written conversation' instead of a verbal one. I ask, "What do you do on weekends?" The student's answer: “I play baseball game. It’s very exciting. But Obama spoke more exciting.” Do you like Obama? “Yes I do... And I like ‘Yes We Can’.”



6. The other week in English Club, the students and I were writing letters to a Canadian ALT who used to work at my school. Somehow, Obama made it into their letters:



Just before the election, CNN published a book in Japan of Obama’s speeches, and it became a best seller. It contains transcripts of his speeches in English, alongside Japanese translations, and a CD. I found out about this book a couple months ago when I arrived at work to discover it on my desk. Underneath were some typed pages of several lesson plans for my second grade English class. Looking through them, I realized that my JTE had decided on the theme for our next batch of classes- Obama’s speeches. I was surprised and strangely moved. While I know how important this next era in America politics will be for the world, I could hardly believe that a teacher of English in Gifu, Japan would find the speeches worthy of committing five lessons to.

Since I found out about this book, I’ve come to realize that it’s only one of many. The ‘Obama section’ is pretty much standard in Japanese bookshops these days. And in the case below, it was also the bestseller section.


Why is Obama such a big deal in Japan? I’ve got a few theories… Some are based on shallow reasons the Japanese might identify with him and his message. So these first few are novelty theories.

1. There’s a town in Fukui prefecture called “Obama”. I think this in itself has been a catalyst for igniting the collective Japanese imagination for all things Obama. The first time I heard about Obama city was back around June when the election was starting to heat up. I remember seeing footage of hula dancers there performing a Hawaiian dance for the candidate from Hawaii. (It should be mentioned that Japan has an intense fascination with Hawaii and sees it as the world’s premium “international” holiday destination, bar none.) I visited this town just a couple weeks ago. It’s a pretty unremarkable place, as far as I could see. But I went on a hunt for signs of the Obama obsession, and wasn’t disappointed…



2. “Obama” sounds like a Japanese word. Several Japanese people have discussed this with me. One even mentioned that there are some families named Obama in Japan.

3. Obama is kakko-ii (cool) in the eyes of Japanese youth. In the last few years, African-American culture, and Jamaican culture to some extent, has become the epitome of cool in Japan. Shallow it may be, but this fact can only help Obama's cause.


4. His motto during the campaign was “Yes We Can”. This is in simple English, and mentions the collective first person. So it actually sounds exactly like something an English conversation school in Japan would cook up as their motto. It’s catchy and easy to remember. The fact that it’s in English makes it extra-cool and modern. Hence it has become my students’ latest catch-phrase!

But of course there must be deeper reasons to explain why Obama has been embraced as a figure relevant to Japanese society… His message of “change” seems particularly relevant in a country where people have traditionally not questioned or challenged authority or their own place in society. Ninety-one percent of Japanese are dissatisfied with the political system.
(http://www.eastasiaforum.org/2009/03/21/the-japanese-people-lose-hope/)
They perceive it as especially staid and impenetrable, where politicians rule completely above the people and are utterly removed from the concerns of the average citizen. (Of course this is the case to some extent everywhere, but in Japan there are certain privileged families who have ruled the political world for decades.) Recently there’s been a lot of talk in Japan about wanting politicians people can identify with, as opposed to the blue-bloods that have dominated the political world so far.

And perhaps most obvious to anyone who’s been in Japan longer than a few months: “Yes We Can” is reminiscent of Japan’s national motto, ganbatte. But to me, the Japanese phrase seems to put more emphasis on effort or enduring a struggle for something, while Obama’s version implies success and actually reaching the goal. I only hope this nuance helps Japan to actively strive for change instead of just admiring the concept from afar.

生徒たち - Students

It’s hard to believe I haven’t written an entry exclusively about my students yet. I guess that’s because at first, it seemed like there was too much to cover, and later, they became just another part of my daily routine. As harsh as it sounds, as a whole, they became a little boring and predictable. Not individually, but collectively. After a full day trying my hardest to bond and connect with Japanese teenagers, the last thing I wanted was to go home and think more about them. But recently, I’ve gotten more resilient to the trials and tribulations of being an ALT in Japan, so I’ve felt compelled to get a few words down about the kids I’ve been sharing the joys of English with.

To set the scene, I teach 11 classes a week, for 1st, 2nd and 3rd graders in senior high school (that’s 10th, 11th, 12th grade; ie. 15-18 years old). I teach about 120 first years, 120 second years, and 20 third years. So needless to say, I don’t exactly know each of them by name… which is shame, but almost impossible to accomplish, short of making them wear nametags all day (like elementary school kids). Remembering names is even more difficult than usual for me because they are all Japanese, and while they sometimes want to be called by their first names, usually teachers address them by their family name. So I would effectively have to learn two names for each student in order to keep on top of things (500 names). But I do what I can, and I do know a lot of kids’ names.

On top of those issues, I don’t see each student all that often. Most first and second years I only see once every two weeks, at the most. That’s assuming the school schedule isn’t interrupted by Sports Day, tests, assembly or work experience. There are a couple of classes that are doing a special English course, so I see them twice a week.

The Bad

About a year ago, I described how my students seemed pretty ‘catatonic’ in class, but now, after more than a year of teaching, I’m totally used to this. I know the best techniques for eliciting responses from them, and I no longer feel uncomfortable standing in front of 40 pairs of eyes (only half of which are open) and 20 blank faces. And I now understand why they’re like this- it’s pretty much the ‘ideal’ classroom environment. They are supposed to be like sponges, absorbing information. Questioning, being critical, and offering opinions are not considered important in the Japanese education system, and are even looked on as delinquent behavior.

I won’t embark on an exposition of everything wrong with the Japanese education system. But I will say that I feel sorry for the kids I teach. In fact, in some respects, there is a lot to pity about being Japanese. By valuing perseverance and duty to the extreme, this society pushes people to their limits. It seems like the majority of students and teachers are seriously sleep deprived, and that it’s the norm, rather than the exception, for people to hate what they do in their day to day life. Yet they do it anyway, because they know no other way.

This became painfully obvious the other day when I gave my second year students (16 year olds) an “About You” worksheet to complete. They had to finish six sentences: “I like…”, “I hate…”, “I always…”, “I’ve never…”, “I’m scared of…”, “I’m looking forward to…”.
Two boys (in a class of 20) answered the following:

I hate rugby.
I always play rugby.

I hate baseball.
I always play baseball.

Another kid wanted to finish the sentence “I’m scared of…” with the English word for 人生. I didn’t know what it meant until after class, when I looked it up. It means ‘life’, or ‘human existence’.

In the case of my students, school is their life. But it doesn’t merely encompass study and homework. In fact, club activities are taken just as seriously, if not more so, than schoolwork. In the most extreme cases, a student will get up at 5am, do their club activity (e.g. soccer), go to classes from 8:30 to 3pm, do more club activities until 6, go to juku (cram school), and get home around 10 or 11pm. Day after day. Weekends and vacation periods are also often taken up with their club activity. There are plenty of kids who don’t belong to a club, some of whom dedicate all their free time to studying. And then there are others who don’t have a club and don’t study, either. But such ‘lack of motivation’ definitely isn’t encouraged in Japan, and these kids seem to have other problems (family, personal) that have led them to be in this state.

Basic psychology says that people don’t do anything without some kind of reward, on some level. So pushing yourself to the extreme does pay off in some way, if only to reassure yourself that you’re ‘doing the right thing’. This, to me, seems to be at the heart of why so many people in Japan live what could be described as ‘lives of quiet desperation’. I’m not saying people here don’t ever enjoy themselves, but from my perspective, it seems that when faced with the choice of doing what they want, or doing what they should do, most Japanese would choose the latter. Perseverance is valued above all else. Of course, there is much to be admired about this, but day-to-day, I tend to see the negative results of this, in the sheer exhaustion of students.

The kids also seem to suffer from a huge lack of confidence, by Western standards, anyway. In places like Australia and the US, we’re used to hearing the old “You can do anything!” spiel. As cheesy and clichéd as this seems, it IS a big part of the Western outlook these days. I think it does sink in for most kids, who (barring any conflicting messages from parents) hear it throughout their 13 years of education. Another key message is “Be yourself!”. But these aren’t a given in Japan. In fact, a famous Japanese saying is “The nail that sticks out gets hammered down”. My students are terrified of taking risks, for fear of making mistakes. Even if that risk is answering a simple “Yes” or “No” question in English class. Or writing an answer in pen, which is permanent, rather than pencil, which they can erase.

So these are some of the negative aspects of my students. I won't go into experiences I've had with kids acting out in class - that's another story...
But overall, the good outweighs the bad, so I'll get to "The Good" next time.

Genki desu ka?

Today I had a health check at work, Japanese-style. Interesting experience. People were very nice about it, everyone was very polite and respectful, but overall, it was a little disconcerting.

It all started last week when I received a strange envelope from a colleague, who told me there would be a health exam on Tuesday. I opened the package to find 4 sheets covered in kanji, plus a small plastic container and bottle. I deduced that the bottle was for a urine sample, but everything else was a complete mystery.

Well, today rolled around, and before I knew it, I was in line for my first health check in Japan. After queuing up behind several other colleagues, I presented my chart to the health worker. Needless to say, I hadn’t filled in anything because I couldn’t read it, and no one had even mentioned that I needed to fill anything in! The principal was summoned and he kindly used his excellent English skills to translate for me. All the questions were about diet and exercise. Did I exercise 3 times a week? Did I drink less than 180ml of alcohol when I drank? Did I eat faster or slower than other people my age? Did I eat within 2 hours before bed?

I was then subjected to a chest x-ray, presumably to check for tuberculosis (which is apparently still a common health concern in Japan). The technician was male, and luckily I was wearing an undershirt, otherwise I would have had to be naked on top! Next was a waist measurement. Despite the fact that I am quite clearly not overweight, it had to be measured. (Japan is currently introducing nationwide waist measurement guidelines which everyone is supposed to conform to regardless of build, height, weight, etc.) In my haste to get dressed I forgot to tuck in my undershirt, which evoked an embarrassed giggle from the health check lady. She didn’t let me leave the room until I tucked it in.

Moving along the assembly line, I had my height and weight measured and entered into the computer to ensure I had a healthy BMI. Next were hearing and eye tests, and finally blood work. Being practically illiterate in Japanese, and not having had anyone inform me there would be a blood test, I didn’t know NOT to eat breakfast that morning. So my blood sample will undoubtedly show a high glucose reading and other such unacceptable things.

And- 終わります！(finished) I might mention that all of this, except the x-ray and waist measurement, was conducted in front of my workmates. Completely public. I personally didn’t have a problem with that, but there is little sympathy for people who might be embarrassed about their weight or anxious about medical tests. It felt a bit like boot camp induction.

I noticed that only the fairly young teachers were being tested today, so probably this round of checks is focusing on prevention of metabolic syndrome, or メタボ　(metabo) in Japanese. It’s their code word for being fat, having a bad diet and lack of exercise. I recently read an interesting article about the newest health campaign in Japan- the fight against metabo.(http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/13/world/asia/13fat.html?_r=2&hp&oref=slogin&oref=slogin) The government is going to start fining local governments and companies whose people fail to meet national waist measurement guidelines. There’s a whole marketing system going on, complete with catchy songs:
"…at a city gym in Amagasaki recently, dozens of residents — few of whom appeared overweight — danced to the city’s anti-metabo song, which warned against trouser buttons popping and flying away, “pyun-pyun-pyun!”
“Goodbye, metabolic. Let’s get our checkups together. Go! Go! Go!
Goodbye, metabolic. Don’t wait till you get sick. No! No! No!”

While I’m talking about health campaigns- in Japan, standardized health information is periodically distributed to schools, offices and companies. There’s a bulletin board at my school on which different posters appear every so often, informing students and staff about health issues they should watch for. In summer it’s heat stroke and sunburn, in winter it’s frostbite, and the rest of the year, it’s things like athlete’s foot, muscle injuries, coldsores, TB, gum disease, HIV and various other intriguing conditions. Invariably, the posters feature cute cartoons right alongside very graphic photos.

On top of that, we are given health newsletters every two weeks, containing useful advice like what to eat for breakfast, how to stretch, and how to treat a cold. There seems to be a particular emphasis on maintaining a daily body rhythm (‘keeping it regular’)!

Of course I think that raising awareness of obesity and encouraging people to live healthy lives can only be a good thing. But it’s hard not to question the effectiveness of the campaign in Japan. True, there are few overweight people here, especially compared to countries like the US and Australia. But at the same time, I don’t feel that the Japanese really live particularly healthy lifestyles. They still eat bowls and bowls of white rice every day, drink like fish, eat few raw vegetables, and gorge on fast food. Fruit and vegetables are astronomically expensive. You will see people lining up at Mister Donut with trays piled high with donuts- 6 per person, even (or especially) for skinny little high school girls. I honestly don’t know how people stay so small and slim. All I know is that excessive dieting does not seem to be considered a bad thing. Women’s magazines recommend eating energy bars for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And since there seems to be little awareness or concern about eating disorders, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the girls in my classes were bordering on bulimic. Most of them swear they are ‘fat’, even though their legs are barely thicker than my arms.

In spite of all the apparent efforts to prevent diabetes, heart disease and stroke by controlling people’s waistlines, smoking is still prevalent here in Japan. There is no negative stigma attached to it. In that respect, Japan feels like a smoker’s paradise: there are smoking rooms everywhere, vending machines sell cigarettes on almost every corner, and smoking sections in restaurants tend to be bigger and nicer than non-smoking ones.

I can’t help but feel that this latest national health campaign is not only about making everyone healthier, but also about controlling people (all that work we did on Foucault’s ideas- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Foucault- in anthropology still haunts me). I won’t launch into a thesis, but I resent the fact that one’s workplace should be able schedule and control something as personal as a health exam. But, I guess maybe it’s preferable to having people avoid the doctor, and it’s nice that it’s free.

I’m sure in a few weeks I will receive another mysterious envelope containing reams of paper covered with kanji. And if it says I have TB or anaemia, who am I to know? Better brush up on that Japanese medical jargon!

Midori

I just had a very green weekend. No, I didn’t save the environment, but I appreciated it. For someone from Australia – currently drought-stricken and dry as a bone – Japan is incredibly, unbelievably green. It almost looks neon in some places. Especially now, with spring in full swing. Even my friend Julie, from Canada, insists that Japan’s green is much more vibrant than Canada’s green. Forget Ireland! My own town in Gifu is green(ish), and pretty in some places. But this past weekend I saw what are surely three of Japan’s most beautiful places.

First, there was Shirakawa-go: home of the world-heritage-listed gassho houses. (Which, as I described in a earlier blog, look like gingerbread cottage houses.) It was my second trip up there; last time I went in autumn. I really think it is best viewed in spring, although I’m sure the village looks amazing after a fresh snow fall too. Anyway, it was a typical rainy spring day when we arrived. There were fresh leaves and newly-blooming flowers everywhere.


I know it’s a cliché, but there’s really something about drops of water on foliage that makes me feel so clean and refreshed.


Sleeping next to the window that night in my friend’s house, I fell asleep to the sounds of frogs and trickling water… nature’s lullaby!

On Sunday we drove up to Kanazawa, near the Sea of Japan. We visited Kenroku-en Garden, considered one of Japan’s top three gardens. It’s supposed to encapsulate six ideal qualities: spaciousness, seclusion, air of antiquity, ingenuity, flowing water, and views. Not being a Zen scholar, I’m not sure I can comment on all that, but it sure was exquisite. And, of course, intensely green.





Finally, we stopped at Eihei-ji, which has been Japan’s most active Zen meditation monastery for over 400 years. It was maybe the most beautiful place I’ve seen in Japan so far. The ancient trees, moss, ferns, mist and dim light all came together to create an atmosphere like something out of Lord of the Rings. We arrived at the end of the day, so my three friends and I had it all to ourselves.


From afar, Japan tends to be viewed as somewhat of an urban wasteland (albeit an obsessively clean, orderly one). Despite the face that I live in the inaka (countryside), I still get this impression. Every square inch seems to be occupied in some way- by a house, rice field, shrine, vending machine, combini, train station... But this weekend reminded me that landscapes don’t have to be undisturbed to be beautiful. I'm not the first to say that the Japanese are experts at working with nature to create beautiful spaces.

Season of Change

April really is a time for new beginnings in Japan. We go on and on about the New Year back home, but it pales in significance compared to what is effectively the New Year in Japan- April 1st. (The New Year in Australia is particularly uneventful given that at least half the urban population is lying on the beach for the whole first half of January!)

April in Japan is the beginning of the new school year, the new fiscal year for the government, the new work year, and the season of sakura. Most companies have one big intake of new employees per year- in April. I’ve heard that this really puts the pressure on new university graduates as far as job-hunting goes, because they only have one chance per year- if they are not successful for April entry to a company, that’s their opportunity gone for that year.

To add to all this, Japan has a monopoly on ‘new beginnings’ symbolism- the importance of sakura here really cannot be overemphasized. I was talking with another teacher the other day about new school years and she said that Japan will never change its school/work year schedule because people feel that graduation and commencement ceremonies just would not be the same without sakura around. In March, clothing stores start to sell outfits meant specifically for wearing to the numerous ceremonies that take place around this time. Without fail, the displays will incorporate faux sakura. My local mall has a special sakura indoor ‘park’- some park benches and fake grass under the branches of some erstaz cherry trees. Ironically, the real thing is only a 5 minute drive away. But it just goes to show how important it is for Japanese people to be surrounded by as much sakura as possible during late March and early April! Cherry blossom season is such a big deal that I see it as the reason why Easter has never taken off here. True, Japan isn't a Christian country, but that hasn’t stopped them flogging Christmas for all it’s worth. So I was a little surprised that I didn’t see an emergence of bunnies/chicks/eggs/tulip decorations in stores during March (just like I saw an abundance of Halloween decorations in October and Christmas trinkets in December). But now I realize that the national sakura obsession means there’s no room for anything else!

With the approach of the new school year, there have been lots of changes at work. Firstly, every year on a certain day in March, teachers are informed of their placements for the next year. They have just over two weeks until they will be teaching at their new school. Teachers seem to have little control over where they work- the prefectural (state) Board of Education shuffles them around every few years. It almost seems like they are in the military in that sense; theoretically a teacher could be moved to any school in the prefecture, and if that happens to be far away, they might have to uproot their whole family to go work at whatever school the bigwigs have chosen. The average stay for a teacher in one school is three years, but the more experienced they are, the longer they tend to stay. Younger teachers tend to be placed in more rural (ie. less desirable) areas.

A grand total of 17 teachers (out of 40) were transferred from my school in March. This is the biggest staff change-over in school lore. One of the transferred teachers was one of my favourite JTEs(Japanese Teacher of English), Yamada-sensei. He was a very warmhearted guy who was so kind that he had a hard time even telling students off for using cell phones in class. (This of course caused problems of its own – the students walked all over him - but he was a very nice man). No one wanted him to leave, least of all him. He was transferred from our school (a so-called ‘Super English School’ because it has a special English program), with 12 English staff, to a technical high school (focusing on electronics) with only 4 English teachers. Sounded like a demotion to me! At the farewell party, Yamada-sensei told me and the other ALT (with tears in his eyes!) that we were the best ALTs he’d ever worked with, and made us promise to visit him if we ever returned to Japan after JET.

Another of my favourite JTEs, Hiramitsu-sensei (the one who invited me over for seafood feasts) retired. She’s an incredibly youthful woman who vows to spend her retirement mastering the saxophone, doing Yoga, reading and traveling.

With the departure of 17 teachers came the arrival of 17 new teachers from various schools around Gifu prefecture. Plus a new principal, who has turned out to be very friendly and superb at English (almost native level!). Such comings and goings are officially marked by school closing and opening ceremonies... which are less than 2 weeks apart. And which, from my perspective, were practically identical: a ridiculous amount of standing, bowing, sitting, and a few speeches (of which I understood only a few words). Unlike elementary and junior high ceremonies, some of which I hear involve talent-show-esque performances by teachers in an attempt to win over the students, senior high ceremonies are dull affairs indeed. The opening ceremony actually felt a lot like church to me, minus the music (unless you count the school song), gilded robes (everyone wears a black suit)and stained-glass windows (it was held in the gym).


Closing ceremony of 2007 school year, March- saying farewell to the teachers who have been transferred. Had me on the edge of my seat.


Opening ceremony of 2008 school year, April- welcoming the new teachers. Wow, so drastically different to anything I'd ever experienced before. I had no idea what was coming next.

The other big new-year-related change is the annual desk migration. About half the desks in my staff room now have ‘strangers’ sitting at them. We ALTs seem to remain eternally banished to the back corner of the staff room, but my supervisor was moved to a staff room in another building. Well, she's now my ex-supervisor. As of April 1 I have a new supervisor, who's a new teacher that I’ve barely spoken three words to. I don’t even know which office he’s in! I simply heard by word-of-mouth that he’s my new supervisor; we have never been introduced. I suppose I should have figured out by now that if I want to know something, I have to ask, because it’s rare for my colleagues to approach me with information. In Japan especially, I think there is the attitude that unless it's absolutely necessary, giving information is intruding or imposing in some way. Having said that, what I liked about my old supervisor was her approachability and willingness to keep me informed of things. I just have a feeling that my new supervisor might be a little lacking in that department.

Anyway, good, bad, or neutral, I'll adapt. After all, as the sakura tell us, nothing endures, everything is transient.

Token 'deep' post

It has hit me recently that I really need to be aware of not falling into a kind of ‘rut’ here in Japan . I'm only here for a short time- initially I thought one year, but now that has been lengthened to two, because the more I see the more I feel the need to see. By ‘rut’ I mean taking things for granted, and feeling like you’re going through the same routine week after week. It might seem like it would be hard to fall into a monotonous routine being on the JET Programme, being challenged every day in a foreign culture, traveling all over the country on weekends… and yes, it is an exciting life in many respects. In fact, up until now (and certainly before I arrived in Japan ) I myself thought that my life for the next year would be a whirlwind of anxiety, excitement and exhilaration. But even traveling can get to be a bit of ‘same old, same old’. I guess it’s human nature. We adapt to anything. The alien becomes foreign, the foreign becomes normal, and eventually, some of the normal becomes boring. The thing is, as much as I enjoy my weekend trips to places like Nara , Tokyo , Kyoto , Hida, Hiroshima etc., and as much as I look forward to the next Japanese seasonal matsuri (festival), since the beginning of this year, I’ve become aware that some of the ‘spark’ has gone from these otherwise strong feelings of enjoyment.

I know it’s a result of just getting used to how things are here- even, or especially, the little details. Now each experience here is tinged with a little bit of sadness/regret that nothing will ever be completely novel or surprising to me here from now on, at least not in the way that it was a few months ago. I guess it can be compared to growing up, becoming an ‘adult’ and losing that childhood innocence people are always talking about. I don’t think I can ever look upon anything in Japan- from the temples to the landscapes, to the people, to the kids, to the food, to the crazy fashions - again the same way I did when I first arrived here.
Ah, that’s life, and I think the Japanese have it right with their concept of wabi-sabi.

Then again, maybe instead of looking at all this like I’ve reached the end of some kind of journey of discovery, I should realize that I’m moving into a different phase of appreciating Japan… maybe less focused on the superficial.

Ah, I see...?

I'm reading a book called "Chrysanthemums and Thorns" at the moment, by Edwin M. Reingold, a former Time editor who did a lot of reporting about Japan. It is really really insightful as far as Japan goes, because he writes so objectively and is not afraid to expose some of the darker aspects of Japanese society/culture/politics/business. He writes about stuff that most people never write about for fear of seeming offensive or too critical, breaking taboos, or exposing some great secret of Japanese society. For example, he analyzes things like the Japanese Emperor renouncing his status as a 'god', Japan's perception of foreigners, the role of women, the yakuza, and political corruption... I guess many Japanese would be mortified to read this book and even more mortified that foreigners were reading it. But I like it because it does expose the 'real Japan', as it claims to do. That's something that many people agree is hard to get at- so much of life and culture here is based on the superficial- at least it appears that way to an outsider.

The more time I spend here, the more it becomes apparent that the Western stereotype of Japan, like all stereotypes, is just a surface representation. It is practically useless for preparing someone for living in Japan. Even some of the 'advice' we JETs were given before arrival, bestowed on us by the knowledgeable people at the Japanese consulate, seems misguided in hindsight. Just basic things like, 'if you are an average-sized woman or bigger at home, you will have a hard time finding clothes in Japan' (I have no problem; the clothes may even fit me better than at home!), or 'don't say sayoonara at the end of a work day because it's too final' (plenty of my colleagues have said it to ME!), or 'work-wear in Japan is more formal than in Western countries' (lots of teachers wear tracksuits to work!), or 'Japanese people don't wear/like perfumes and scents' (I think there are more perfume and aromatherapy products here than anywhere). These points are not exactly profound things that have a huge influence on daily life, but they just go to show that nothing can prepare you for living (or attempting to understand) a culture like actually living there.

Anyway, back to the book. Not to sound like a book report, but I like how it talks about a lot of things I had noticed living here in Japan, and helps explain why they are the way they are. It also emphazises the danger of judging another culture by our own standards (something that was drummed into me in Anthropology time and time again at uni, but which is difficult to avoid doing in daily life). For example, in the West, we all assume that Japanese women hold a more weak, submissive role in Japanese society than women in Western countries. But, according to this book, what we don't recognize is the power they hold in the household- eg. the wives control the family finances, doling out an allowance to their husbands. And the role of 'housewive' is more respected here in Japan. In fact, just about every role is more respected in Japan- I don't think they have the concept of 'shitkicker' like we do! Tasks that we consider menial and beneath us, in the West, the Japanese tend to take a lot of pride in. So really, you can't make judgements about any aspect of another society without understanding how that part fits into the whole. (Man, I'm really sounding like an anthropology student here.) ...Which I don't claim to understand, and almost certainly never will, but at least I realize that!

What really prompted this long-winded post was what the book says about the Japanese learning style. Reading it helped me feel better about the way my classes go when I'm teaching. Remember how I commented on the catatonic-like behavior of the students? And their apparent lack of creativity and imagination? Well, it all makes sense in light of this:"The entire Japanese educational system is geared towards passive learning. Western teachers in Japan are often dismayed by the lack of challenge and questioning from students. It is often attributed to language difficulty, or to a natural diffidence or reticence. But the Japanese student is accustomed to absorbing information from his teacher. Today, more and more criticism is being lodged against the system that puts discipline and group effort before creativity and individual expression."

Also, "the original form of the Japanese verb 'to learn', manabu, came from the word maneru, which means 'to imitate'"... and I've noticed myself that they use the verb 'to memorize' or 'to remember', oboeru, a LOT when talking about study or learning or understanding.

Having said all that, there have been a few instances when I was able to coax out some creativity from my students- for example when I had them design an imaginary robot. Against what you might expect, the girls tend to be better at this than the boys. Although the class clowns are almost always boys. So who knows- this place, like anywhere, is complicated, and I will never work it out. But I sure am having fun (is that the right word?) trying!

New Year, New Post

I know it's all a big cliche to say that with a New Year comes new resolutions, the turning over of a new leaf, and all that. But recently - this week, actually - I've felt that something has changed in my outlook on my time here in Japan. I've suddenly started feeling a lot more comfortable here. It's probably due to a lot of things- I'm slowly but surely improving my Japanese (and have actually found a class that lets me learn how to SPEAK in Japanese as opposed to learning obscure grammatical rules); I'm approaching the 6 month mark of being here; I've pretty much resolved to stay here for another year, beyond my original one-year contract; and the fact that Leanne, my high school friend, is visiting from Australia.

Travelling with someone who is seeing Japan with a completely fresh outlook has made me aware of how much I actually do know about Japanese language, society, culture and trivial things. Even just knowing a nice cafe to take Leanne to, only a 5 minute walk from my house, made me realize that I'm not so much of an 'alien' here, but that I actually live here and am a functioning part of society... well, somewhat, anyway.

Now, I also don't feel so much like I'm part of some big imperialist effort to 'spread English to the masses' around the world. Being hired by the Japanese government to go inform people about English and Australian / Western culture didn't sit 100% comfortably with me. But I know it's up to me to make it what it is. I can go in there and demand the students 'say this', or 'do that', but the more classes I teach, the more I realise that my role is not to change them into outspoken, opinionated pseudo-Western English speakers. They are what they are, even if their behavior in class does come across as a little catatonic or 'robotic' overall. If I can make a few students a bit more passionate, a bit more motivated, a bit more confident about English, then I've done what I came here for. Sounds idealistic, I know, but last weekend something happened that made me feel it was happening. Five students from my school participated in an English Speech Competition in my city. The other ALT and I coached them for about 2 weeks, every day after school, in pronounciation, delivery, gesturing, etc. And we really saw an improvement. Most importantly, I could see that just practicing a speech they had written by themselves was giving them a lot of confidence and motivation. Especially for one student, Shiori, who I could tell was naturally shy and afraid to speak English. But she worked incredibly hard on practicing her speech, and took in everything I told her. She ended up winning the competition! In fact, all 5 of our students (3 of which we had coached) took the top 5 spots. Granted, only 2 schools were competing, but nevertheless, it would have meant a lot to those students. And to our school. I've never really been in a position to feel 'proud' of someone, since I've never been a teacher or coach before, but it really does feel great.

The other thing that has given me more confidence in my job is that yesterday one of my colleagues (a Japanese Teacher of English, or 'JTE') told me that every time she goes to teach a certain class, they ask 'where's Jessica?'. Apparently they really love my class. All this time I've been feeling that they weren't getting much out of it, they were bored, didn't understand anything I was saying, and so on. But all my efforts to make the classes fun and understandable are apparently not in vain. Japanese students, as I've been at pains to explain to people back home, are extremely shy, reserved and downright unresponsive compared to students in the West. Now, when I came here, I knew all about Japanese culture putting emphasis on the group and 'hammering down the nail that sticks out', etc. But it has been really hard to accept that Japanese students could actually be interested in a class, despite acting like they've had a frontal lobotomy. I'm sure there are some that really don't want to be there, but I think the majority of students do get something out of my classes, and I'm so glad to know that. The other thing is that Japanese people (ie. my work colleagues) don't tend to give feedback or talk about how a class or project went. So generally, I've had nothing to go on as far as working out whether my lessons are acceptable/worthwhile or not.

Anyway, to round out this deep and meaningful post, I guess I'll jot down my resolutions for 2008. Until this year I've never actually had resolutions. But now that I'm a 'real adult'- 25 and living alone, thousands of miles from my family - I've become aware of few things I need/want to do:
-Be more decisive. There are no right or wrong decisions, but make a decision and if it turns out not so good, deal with it.
-Eat healthier and try to exercise more. (the old staple)
-Be more open with other people.
-Find a hobby and actually stick with it.
-Trust your instincts.

Ok, let's go 2008!

Akita-ken in Gifu-ken

Random post alert. Very random.

I've been thinking about dogs in Japan lately. I've seen alot of them in my time here. In fact, I saw more in Tokyo than I see here in Gifu most days. In Tokyo, they were all little 'foo-foo' dogs- you know, pomeranians, daschunds (sorry Sarah), toy poodles, usually dressed in some kind of jacket and with a 'hair-band' or two. Undeniably cute, but city dogs, if you know what I mean. Reminded me of the poodles you see in Paris, eating at the table at a cafe with their rich French mistress. (I really did see that in Paris once.) Walking through Tokyo, I spotted many weird and wonderful canine characters, including:

A pomeranian peering out of a Gucci backpack...


Four identical miniature daschunds wearing different coloured jackets like some kind of dog boy-band, all on leashes (one is being carried in the photo below)...


More daschunds at a 'dog cafe'... the owners were enjoying the experience way more than the dogs.


And, although photographic evidence is lacking, I spotted a smokin' hot leather-clad Japanese yakuza-boyband member-pimp holding a tiny chihuaha-type dog wearing a pink bow.

But in Gifu, good old country-bumpkin land, the dogs are straight-down-the-line REAL dogs. Introducing the Akita-ken. ('ken' is the another pronounciation of 'inu', meaning dog.) I just wikipedia-ed them, so of course now I'm an expert. Anyway, I always thought these dogs were cute. They look kind of like a cross between a fox, wolf and dingo. Their tails are curly and they're really alert.

They seem to be the national dog of Japan. Because you know Japan has a national everything. They were originally bred in the north of Japan as bear-hunting dogs, so you know they're agressive underneath all that cuteness. Just like all things Japanese, there have been attempts to keep the breed 'pure'. Akitas were also used as guard dogs for the Emperor and his children, so they must have some kind of 'sacred' connotations too. And normal people used them as babysitters for their children too!

Japan's most famous dog, Hachiko, was an Akita. Yes, Hachiko- the most valiant and loyal embodiment of man's best friend since Lassie. The legend says that he met his master at Shibuya station, Tokyo, every day. When his master died, Hachiko returned to the station every day for the rest of his life to wait for him. So now Hachiko has been immortalized as a statue outside Shibuya station. It's become a very popular meeting point. On my recent trip to Tokyo, I couldn't get near it, it was so crowded!

So anyway, 99 percent of the dogs I see here in Gifu-ken are Akita-ken. (Hard-working down-to-earth dogs for a hard-working down-to-earth place, I guess.) They seem to embody the Japanese spirit somehow. And not least because their temperament sounds pretty much like the national character! With only a little imagination, I'm sure anyone familiar with Japanese society can see the parallels:

"They are naturally wary of unknown people and animals and should be well socialised to avoid undesirable aggression. They are highly pack oriented, thus, isolating them from a social environment causes them great stress. Akitas are known to be very quiet dogs, only barking "when there is something to bark about". An Akita is not likely to shower affection on someone that is not a member of his family or a close friend that he sees frequently, and can be extremely aloof. The dogs are known for their loyalty, and a pet Akita will patiently follow its master from room to room, without ever getting underfoot."

I'm not sure about the 'underfoot' bit, but I'm sure it's a metaphor for something! ;)

Anyway, enough rambling. Woof!

Hello, Goodbye!

Today my mum left after visiting me here in Japan for almost 4 weeks. Last night, at the dinner my colleagues had in her honour (!), I learned a new Japanese word: sabishii. I thought it meant 'to miss someone', but now that I look it up, it actually means 'lonely, solitary, desolate'. I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm desolate (no more than usual, anyway.. hehe just kidding), but I WILL miss her. As I told her, I wasn't that sad to leave Australia and embark on this adventure they call JET... but somehow, when someone visits you and stays for more than a couple of weeks, they become part of your life again. And then, when they leave, it feels like something's missing. This is the first time I've lived alone, and although it's been way easier than I expected, there was always something slightly off about it. I guess it's me adjusting to living by myself. Not necessarily sad or lonely, but definitely different.

Anyway, I have many mementos of mum's visit- mostly domestic things! Since she arrived, I have acquired: a table (aka earthquake shelter); a curtain divider for the shower area; pictures for the walls; a Japanese paper umbrella; a newly-cleaned carpet; a NEW futon; and a new frying pan. Oh, and I've been cooked for countless times, had numerous items of clothing and bedding laundered, and the mould cleaned out from a closet or two! Don't get the wrong impression- it's not like I was living in squalor before she got here... far from it. My neighbour commented on how clean my apartment was. But I guess I haven't exactly developed my mother's zest for cleaning!

But far better than these things are the memories of our trips to the Nakasendo (specifically, our hike between the towns of Magome and Tsumago), Matsumoto castle, Takayama, Ise Shrine, Mikimoto Pearl Island, and Nagoya (Neko Maho cafe). Oh, and the memories of me nursing her back to health after she came down with a severe cold halfway through the trip! Which reminds me that I have also acquired a bottle of Vicks VapoRub, some cough medicine and some throat spray...

Now, I better go work on consuming some of that mysterious stew concoction she prepared yesterday, which is apparently supposed to feed me for the next 3 months...