Note: This is a series of journal entries from my two years living in Himeji, Japan (1988-1990). I'm archiving them electronically through my blog. Last names have been deleted and replaced with first initial only. For details on this series of blog entries, see this post.
Tuesday night I had my kodomos and adults in Mizoguchi. the classes went well, but the kodomos are a little unmanageable. No big deal at this point, but I'm going to have to get tough eventually.
Wednesday sucked the big one. I came in and cut 1.5 meter lengths of yarn for Karl and these stupid Christmas ornaments. It took all of my morning free time.
I had to squeeze writing my dorm chapel talk in during the 1st part of chapel. I went and cut more yarn then.
After lunch we had a faculty meeting. The sucker lasted 4 1/2 hours. Needless to say I was furious by the time it was over.
I rode home with K's & we stopped at Sato for dinner. Karl talked about Sonia and voting for her most of the time. Nobu wants me to vote one way, Karl another. I feel like a friggin' puppet. So, now I'm being introduced to office politics.
Anyway...Thursday I rode in with Kim and we taught our classes. What a mess! We're working on maps, and some of the girls were absent, some hadn't finished making their maps, etc. So now I have people working at all stages of the process, and don't know how to keep track of everything. What a challenge... :-0!!
The rest of the day Kim & I talked, ate lunch with Nobu, and played a game in our combined Japanese lesson.
After school I had to give a mini- spur of the moment drama workshop to people doing the Christmas story in the Christmas pageant. Of course I'm trying to get my E.S.S. stuff practiced for Shirotopia, and this was supposed to be E.S.S. night, and most of my E.S.S. people are doing the Christmas story. So, we lost out on yet another night of rehearsal. I get no financial support for this stupid festival next year, no cooperation, no help, etc., etc. I hate this job!
Mr. M. is browbeating Chinatsu about her speech contest piece and saying that her enunciation and intonation are wrong, contradicting what I say. Needless to say Chinatsu is starting to panic and hate the whole thing.
I'm not a happy camper.
After the drama workshop I went through Chinatsu's speech with her and went through "Mr. Postman" with Michiyo. Then I had to run to the dorm for dinner (fish...) and dorm chapel.
Emily-san said to speak for 10 minutes. No problem. I never heard the part about sing for 20 or 30, so I finished in 10 & sat down. Then had to get up again & fake it for 30 minutes. What a joke. Picture me furiously writing campfire songs on the blackboard & trying to teach these songs, erase, scribble up another, teach it, etc.
I got home at 9, opened my mail, took a shower, and went to bed.
I realize that lately my entrees have all been bitch, bitch, bitch, but I feel there is some cause to be negative lately. This place isn't fun anymore. I've somehow become so busy that I don't know which way is up, and people keep throwing these spur of the moment bullshit things at me, and I need time to prepare or I don't feel I'm accomplishing anything. People also don't bother to tell me anything & I feel like I'm just here to be pulled out of a drawer when someone wants to use me.
It's wrong to feel this way, & I'm going to work and pray earnestly to be positive and happy, but the obstacles are enormous, it seems.
Anyway, life goes on...the same, I guess, as anywhere else in the world.
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