It’s amazing to think back and realize just how much has
changed and how much I’ve experienced in the span of a week. Even more
surprising is how difficult I’m finding it to put together coherent English
thoughts! I think I’ll start by pulling
a Christopher Nolan and explaining where I currently find myself, and then
flashing back to what I’ve experienced since reaching Japan. At the moment, I’m
sitting in my snug room in the Sasakawa household. It’s actually probably one
of the biggest rooms in the house now that I think about it, rivaled only by
the kitchen/living room/dining room upstairs. I met my homestay mother this
afternoon at 2, and together with a CIE mediator talked about the various
expectations of living in the house. Nothing is too concerning, except for the
grievous lack of internet. I was really
hoping this worry wouldn’t come to fruition, but it has. I have yet to figure
out where and how I’m going to wrangle me some o’ that precious Webternetz, but
the good news is that I’m super smart (and humble!), so I expect to figure out
a workable solution any time now.
My homestay mother, Tomie, is, as far as I can tell, really
just looking for someone to dote on, and I happened to be lucky enough to
become her dotee (add that to the list of not-words that should be words.)
She’s almost always talking, except when she’s cooking, which is comforting; I
was afraid I was going to get a super reserved, quiet family and end up starved
for attention (like at home :P). She
complains that her husband is always off with friends and when he’s home, he
doesn’t say much. We actually had an
incredibly in-depth conversation today about how men in Japan still adhere to
samurai stoicism, and how women are still primarily relegated to be
housewives. Not too bad for my first
week with the family!
My homestay father is a grandfatherly, jovial fellow with a
perpetual twinkle in his eye. He seems
really laid back, and is pretty quiet until a topic comes up that he cares
about. Then he has tons of questions,
usually about how we do things in America.
He actually reminds me a lot of a Japanese Grandpa John, now that I
think about it. He speaks really quickly
and kind of slurs things together, so my okasan will occasionally slap him
upside the head and tell him to speak slowly for me, to which he merely
responds with a chuckle and continues talking at the same pace. I’m having an easier time understanding him
now that I realized that, like most old people in America, he has a set phrase
that he begins and ends every single sentence with, and it’s sprinkled in the
middle occasionally as well. Y’know
how, for instance, older folks in Minnesota will, y’know, do that from time to
time in place of something else to say, y’know? Yep, same thing.
I gave them my gift yesterday; the picture book on Minnesota
that took me eons to pick out. They
absolutely ADORED it, and had questions on every picture. In particular, it took great effort on my
part to convince them that, no, Lake Superior is not an ocean. When I thought the matter had been settled,
they rebuttled (once again, should be a word) by showing me a map of Japan and
illustrating to me that the Great Lakes are larger in area that what they
typically call a sea. I eventually gave
up and let them have it. Gotta know when
to quit. They also greatly enjoyed the
pictures that I showed them of my family and friends in America (a.k.a. youse
guys.) They thought that both Mom and
Grandpa Walt were adorable, Dad looked like a “big man” and they had no idea
what the crap Ava was. I had to
introduce her as my younger sister in every single picture, because she
constantly had different hair colors and lengths in each picture. They occasionally mixed me up with Ava too. Oh, and they also thought that I had the word
for younger sister and older sister mixed up, so I received multiple
demonstrations regarding that. They
still don’t believe that Ava is 1) younger than me and 2) not a dude.
*Flashback*
After arriving in Japan and making a brief meal of ramen at
one of the airport restaurants, we were ferried from the Kansai airport to the
university in Hirakata-shi. Strangely, we received very little welcome upon
arriving; we were merely handed a thick packet of important paperwork and tasks
to complete, and then expected to scamper off to bed. I met one of my roommates that night; an
Australian guy who had been to Japan three times before and was very proficient
in Japanese. Even after being unable to
sleep at all on the plane, I decided that sleep was for the weak and instead chose
to explore the nearby Hirakata neighborhood.
One of the first things I noticed was that Japanese sidewalks do not
seem to be intended for more than one person to walk abreast. They’re
incredibly narrow, and intermittently there are large metal cylinders that are
roughly groin-height and maliciously painted the color of darkness. I have no idea what purpose they serve, but
it’s either to discourage distracted bicycle riding or to castrate foreigners.
Either way, they do their job well.
Furthermore, I noticed that Japanese roadways are one of the most
dangerous things I’ve ever witnessed. Speed limits seem to be almost completely
disregarded, intersections don’t always have stop signs, and yielding to
innocent pedestrians in crosswalks seems to be completely optional. The
Japanese have no troubles with the system whatsoever, of course. It’s not
uncommon to see two little girls riding tandem on a bike on the miniscule
shoulder of the road, swerving to within inches of a splattery death, and yet
texting while they natter on to each other.
While on a bike, it’s actually against the law to ride on the sidewalk, ride
tandem with someone, text, talk on the phone, listen to music, hold an
umbrella, or any other task that could impair your driving ability. However, I kid you not, after learning this,
within the hour I saw someone doing almost all of the above AT ONCE. Don’t let the statistics fool you; people may
say that Japan has no crime, but that’s just because they have no REAL crime.
If one were to count all of the laws blatantly disregarded by cyclists, then
Japan would no doubt rival Detroit in terms of total infractions.
The Number 1 Threat
The following morning and early afternoon primarily
consisted of orientation meetings, paperwork, and class registration, so
there’s nothing terribly interesting to report. After that was all taken care
of, however, I met my speaking partner, Rina, for the first time. Together, she and I went to meet her speaking
partners from last semester, who are once again studying at Kansai. After chatting
for a little bit and getting a lot of good advice from them, Rina and I got
food and went to hang out at her apartment. It was a grand old time, as we
watched anime, ate chocolate, discussed the myriad differences between Japan
and America, and also shared our native language’s tongue twisters with one
another. I don’t claim to be any better
myself, but if you get the chance, ask a Japanese person to say “She sells sea
shells down by the sea shore.” You won’t regret it.
*End Flashback*
That’s all I have time for right now folks, but next time I
intend to continue the previously started flashback with details of my first
trips to Kyoto and Osaka. I’m sure it
will be packed with exciting content, but even if it’s not, I bet a good chunk
of y’all will read it anyway! :P Oh, but I will actually have pictures next time too, so I spose that's at least one real reason to come back.
Dude, blogging is about doing something on a regular basis. Please update. Love to know how you are doing.
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