Sept. 7th
Today was a very simple day. I arrived at my first school, and…everyone welcomed me. I didn’t really teach today, but they wanted me to do a self introduction, which involved my name, my height, my age, hometown, my hobbies, my likes and dislikes, and stuff…very easy. The kids were absolutely amazed by everything about me. Especially when I’d move around. To them, I couldn’t possibly be real. They were thinking, ‘People don’t grow that big. Hair doesn’t do that. Skin doesn’t stay that dark. Clothes don’t come in those sizes.’ I was a giant imaginary friend, and they loved it.
I’d show a few pictures as well, just to mess with them and give them all the wrong perceptions of my existence. Ya know…like…all of
I made a few mistakes, though. The first was that when I said “It never snows in
Remember yesterday, I had no problem with natto. But, the kids asked me, “What food don’t you like?” and I had to come up with something they’d understand, and no Japanese person seems to know what cilantro is. So, I said the first weirdish tasting thing that came to mind.
“Natto.”
Harmless enough, right? Wrong. Within one hour the whole school thought I hated natto…and knew I didn’t have a girlfriend. One of the coaches made sure to show me every female teacher who was single. People were telling me that they would never serve me natto as parties they were going to invite me to. It was crazy. But then, I remembered…I told Natto-sensei that I liked natto. And the way word was spreading, oh, it’d get back to him, really, really fast, and then the coolest dude at the BoE would think I was a total liar.
But hey, lunch was fun and so was the rest of the day, so…as long as the natto doesn’t completely screw me over, I’m in the clear, right? …Right…
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