Paragon

Dear teh Worlds,

I, Scott Ogden, would like everyone to know that the greatest human act ever was accomplished today at about 7:00 pm Japan Local Standard Time. I was really thirsty because it's been years since I've had anything to drink besides water. But it's Sunday, so I was pretty limited in my choices. Then the single most amazing thought ever to come to anyone anywhere came to me there. I had a terrible habit of letting milk go sour. I haven't really been using milk too much and before I knew it, they'd go bad on me. But somehow, when I looked at my milk today I found that it was still in season. Even though it's been forever since I bought it. I'm pretty sure I also found the longest drinkable milk ever. Karma's a beautiful lady and totally not a female dog, ain't she? The milk was really low fat and thus the cheapest (a couple yen more than the bottle water), but I had a way to fix that! I spooned in a large amount of cocoa straight into the carton. Then I added a little bit of hot water to dissolve it and, BHAM, Scott Ogden is in some real business here. I made a whole carton of chocolate milk! From SCRATCH!!!! It was a triumph for all humanity. I don't have to make each individual cup of chocolate milk, now. I just pour straight from the carton of recently-extremely-lame-tasting-and-tasting-milk! It's a Christmas in July Miracle! Oh my gosh... how have I not been listening to that song for the past 17 days? Well, folks, I gotta go catch up on my Sufjan Christmasses in July. Just rest assured that nothing you ever do will be as good as what I did today. I reached the epitome of human thought, ingenuity, beauty, art, and strength. You can't climb higher than I did today because... there's just nothing there. There is literally nothing better than this chocolate milk incident. So, thank you, and please, my friends, have a very very goodnight.

Scott Ogden

Kwisatz Haderach

Mom wants all of these

So, my mom is all like "Scottie, you need to write down all the cute things that the kids do." And I'm all like, "Fine." But not much happened, just subtle endearment. Then yesterday something legit happened. I had just finished the day of classes at a school and was riding my bike home. I came to a train crossing and stopped because a train was coming. There were two of the school's students on the other side of the tracks waiting to cross to my side. I said hello and watched the oncoming train. I looked back at them a couple seconds before the train came and one of them was whispering something to the other. Not like I could overhear them, with the train fast approaching. I thought to myself about trying to pretend like the train hit me as it passed, to make them laugh when it had gone, but I couldn't quite figure out how to do it by the time the train had come and gone. As the train passed by us and I could see the two boys again, I found them lying on the ground, heads lolling and limbs twitching as if they'd just been run over. I burst out laughing. They stood up and laughed, giving each other high fives. I laughed myself to sleep last night.

Compartmente 2

Remember when I said I was doing a two parter and then only did one. Psyche! Well, here I am again, finishing what I started. Today I was at that school where I only have two 45-min periods out of 7.5 hours of being at the school. This is how it went.

The school is on top of a hill, so I had to build up speed on my bike to make it to the top. Then it was hard to get to the top because I just have a one-speed, so it's not like I can shift down if it gets hard to push the pedals. So, as you can imagine, I was the big bad wolf by the time I got to the top. Luckily the school was made by the third little piggy. I got into the teacher's room and said my normal Good Mornings to the gang. I didn't have a class first period, so I sat at my desk and tried to figure out what to do for class. The teacher in charge of English at the school had made some cards with different sea creatures on them and we were going to play a game where the kids would get into their lunch groups, then put the cards in the middle of the desks and their hands on their heads. When I called out the name of the creature, the first one to grab the correct card got to keep it. Whoever had the most cards at the end won. But I doubted that would take all the 45 minutes I was supposed to use. So, I devised a cunning plan. I would play a game like Jeopardy. They'd pick different spaces on a grid of varying difficulty and they'd have to give the English name for whatever creature I showed them. If they got the shark, though, it'd eat ALL THEIR POINTS!!!!! I called the game SHARK. We only got two questions in before the bell rang, though. Then I had an hour to prepare for my 4th period 3rd grade 2nd class of the day. I had not made a note of what we were supposed to be going over from the e-mail they sent me, so I did what I thought it had said: Days of the week. After introducing them, we played tic-tac-toe and the shark game. That took the rest of the class period and the team with the most points got sharked. They were so ticked and the rest of class cheered. The teacher had a talk with them after class about how that made the team feel bad. I was okay with it.

In my down time before lunch I did a couple things: prepare for class, read the newspaper, and read the book for my Japanese 443 class. I already told you about class, the newspaper was all about the PM backing down on some budget and how Japan should advocate for a world without Nukes (I whole heartedly agree), and the book is about ignorance and not letting ourselves fall into logical fallacies apparent in the world around us (I think). Then we had lunch. I thought I was going to be eating with the 4th graders, but the VP threw me for a loop and sent me to the 5th graders. Now I spend most of my time with the 3rd and 4th graders, so when I go to the older kids, they're real scary. It's like I'm back in elementary school myself and the 5th and 6th graders are the big kids. I went in spite of my fears and the first half of lunch we just sat there and ate in silence. The kids were talking amongst themselves, but no one asked me anything, so I just sat and ate my food. Then a kid at the table group I was at got a second piece of corn and all hell broke loose. We started talking about corn. Then I named him Corn-kun. Then everyone else wanted a name. I'm not much of a namer and I mostly kept to the food we had for lunch, but my favorite was Mayu-chan (he had put up two pieces of corn to his eyes, but when he took them off, some of the corn was stuck to his eyelid [mayu in japanese]. Also mayu is the name of my last companion's sister). But we were all laughing when we said Gochisosama, so I guess it turned out alright. Also, one of the kids said to me "You really like laughing, don't you?" I realized it was true. I laugh a lot. That's probably my natural reaction to everything.

Then after lunch I had three hours to waste away. I puttered around the teacher's office. The principal came in and said "What's that smell" then I realized it was probably my handkerchief into which I had excreted gallons of sweat after the climb up the hill. I hid it after that. The secretary came over and asked for my lunch money. I didn't give it to her because I forgot to go to the bank yesterday, but promised I'd bring it next week, Dirk. The English, in charge of, teacher talked to me about next week's lesson (Aka, she's a babe and wants me hard). I wrote a page or so of my young adult science fiction novel The Last Adam (it's a way intense part and I've never written a battle scene before so it took a while, okay!). I read some piece of paper about how to teach Japanese in elementary school. I finally got my 800th word for my A in Japanese 411. And a bunch of other things, I'm sure. But eventually it turned 3:30 and I left, hopping on my bike and popping in my earbuds, I listened to the Killers on the way home. Yessir, yessir, that was my Day & Age.

In Osaka I saw you last.

I first want to discuss a couple secrets of my life, as secrets are probably more interesting than any amount of travel journal entries I may be able to come up with. First secret: I am a man of many keys. Except I lost a key once. I lost my key to my apartment while out and about one night and had to get it replaced. I sat outside my apartment and waited for a man to come and change the lock. It was 11 pm. I played Bejeweled. In any event. I was given two keys when I moved in. I lost one of them, then the man gave me two more keys when he changed the lock, but he didn't take the other key from the first time. So, I should have three keys, right? Wrawng! I only have the two that the man gave me. I can't find the original. It's like there are only two keys allowed in my apartment at the same time and when more than two are brought it, any extra keys disappear. I've even CLEANed my apartment since then. Nothing. Just the two the man gave me late at night. So, that's secret number one. Secret Two: I am a man of many keys. Except I lost my bike key once. Luckily, keys come in pairs, so I had another one to use. I biked to work and put the spare key in my pocket. When I went home that day, I found the main key, not the spare in my pocket. Now I can't find the spare. I have no idea how those two changed in my pocket, but somehow they did. It's like I'm a magician, unbeknownst to me. The Unbeknownst Magician. Life is so full of secrets. And keys. Don't believe me? Through the Trapdoor.

A day in Le Vida: comparte 1

Alright, so I figured I should write about teaching. You know, the reason I'm here right now. And the thing I do the most and consistently everyday. So, today I'll write about what I did today and tomorrow I'll do the same. Today I went to the school I have the most classes at (5) tomorrow I have only two classes, but am at school the whole day, still, so I'll give you a peek into the exciting life I'm leading. Okay, so, today:

I got up at 6:30 am, but arrived a little later than normal to school today because I was watching all the new E3 videos for Mass Effect 3 and Skyrim. But I still got to school just a couple minutes past 8. I got on my bike and rode it through the little bit of houses and recently harvested fields that separate the the school and I. I'm legally obligated to refrain from using the names of the schools I go to on any social media... I think this counts. Also, I can't take any pictures of the kids, so don't expect that to happen. Sorry, these will be just words. On the way to the school, a felt a drop or two of water and hurried so as not be caught in the sudden squall I was sure was about to be unleashed upon me. But, it just slowly stopped sprinkling and I arrived without serious harm or accident to *********** Elementary school a couple minutes after 8 am on June the Se7enth.

I normally would get there a couple minutes earlier, but there were some important things I needed to take care of, okay?! Also, I had to take the garbage out, so that took forever (a minute?). I parked my bike underneath one of the staircases and walked into the entryway between the two wings of the school. The school is shaped like an 'H' with two crossbars, and in one of them there are a large amount of cubbies filled with shoes. I pulled out my white vans from my backpack and changed into them while humming Mister Rogers. I found the cubby labeled 'スコット先生'(Scott Sensei) and stuffed my shoes inside. I don't know why I wear dress shoes if I'm just going to take them off and store them as soon as I get to work. I just don't feel like doing anything different.

Entering the teacher's room, I bow and say 'ohayogozaimasu!' ('Good Morning!') and take my seat at a desk they've cleared for me as everyone replies in kind. The other English teacher, Tony, has already arrived and that's how I know I got there later than usual. I normally get to school right before Tony, but he beat me today. As I move into the room and sit down, unsatisfied with my general 'Good Morning', everyone once again says and draws from me a personal greeting. I unpack my bag: a folder with the materials for the BYU classes I'm taking, a clear plastic bag with all the flashcards I own, and a Ho-oh peachy I use to carry class materials in. I sit there and try and come up with ideas of what to do for my five classes that day. As usual, this school had not given me anything to teach and has left me to my own futile devices. So, I decide that I'm bored with teaching numbers and the kids are probably bored with learning about them. I decide, instead, to teach what Thursday's school wants me to teach: greetings. I take out the notebook I use to write lesson plans in and begin to brainstorm. No lightening, just overcast. For an hour. I look outside to the dirt field where the kids are all grouped by class and jumping rope? I hear someone on a loudspeaker telling them to do better and practice for the visitors they're having on Friday? I have no idea why. Maybe the State Jump Rope Board is sending an inspector or something. I really haven't the slightest. The secretary brings me an orange juice juice box. They used to try and bring me coffee, but decided on a juice box after telling them two or three times that I actually don't drink coffee or green tea. I felt somewhat juvenile every time I'd let go of the pressure in the straw and that trademark juice box noise would sound throughout the office, but it tasted really good and I was sad when it was gone.

Finally, with fifteen minutes before class started and a half page of 'Good Morning' 'Good Afternoon' 'Good Evening's that I'd gone over with my pen hundreds of times, I turned to Tony and said, "Tony, I was wondering if I could delve somewhat into your bottomless pit [his eyes narrowed] of wisdom. [back to normal] What kinds of activities have you done when teaching greetings?" He gave me a couple of ideas that I'd kinda already thought of. I was just unsure of letting the kids try and do conversations with each other; last time I tried it didn't work out, but his activities were kid-on-kid intensive. I decided to try it anyway. First, a game that Tony told me about called Keyword, where the kids repeat everything you say until you say the keyword, then in pairs they try and be the first one to grab the eraser sitting in between them. Then we would play musical chairs, but instead of music, they'd get to sit after doing the conversation with two people. So, with a ridiculously loose idea of what I was going to do, I set off for my first class: 4 East.

Forty-Five minutes later I returned to the teacher's room as unsatisfied as a die-hard Star Wars fan after a viewing of the prequel trilogy. The keyword game worked great, but the way I was drilling the conversation wasn't. The kids just weren't getting it and so I just scrapped it and moved on to the musical chairs game. But the kids that got out were bored and talking and fighting over who sat down first and who lost. It just didn't feel good. It was bad and the kids couldn't say the conversation at the end. Luckily, there was a short recess before the third hour of classes, so I tried to think on how to switch it up for the next four classes. Again, taking an idea from Tony, I decided on a name swap game, where you write your name on a piece of paper and introduce yourself to someone else, swapping cards, like at a business meeting. Then you introduce yourself as that person to the next person you meet and so on. I wanted to do something more with it, but the only thing I could figure out to do to end it with was me doing the conversation with every kid and following the trail until everyone got their card back. This actually worked out well with the kids. Sure, they got a little antsy during the last part when they were just sitting and watching, but they liked the name swapping and really wanted to get my card. Cute kids.

After 4th hour was lunch. I returned to the teacher's room and the vice-principal and the secretary were serving up lunch for the teachers who would be eating there. I would be eating with students, but they serve me up food at the teacher's office, anyways. I sat there with my tray of bread, Japanese spaghetti, cocoa powder covered beans, fruit cocktail, and milk waiting for the kids from 1 West to come pick me up. Finally they came in their little white aprons and we went to their classroom. I sat at a tiny desk and the teacher topped off my spaghetti and fruit cocktail. Then we ate and the kids asked me questions about myself: 'What's your favorite shell?' 'uh... Yellow?' 'What do you like?' '...?' It was real fun. Then I went back to the teacher's room and sat out recess. I was tired, but still had two more classes to teach. I'd resigned myself to the okay lesson that I was teaching and just waited for the next classes to come. Kids take a lot of energy out of you. Little rascals.

The kids had just gone swimming in the pool, so I arrived at my 5th hour class a few minutes early and found everyone changing out of their swimsuits. They had these towels that cinched up at the neck and hung low to the feet, leaving both hands free to change with. It was still a little sketchy and I opted to find a tree really interesting for a couple minutes. But that's not to say that I didn't see the straggling boys standing by their desk in just their tighty-whiteys. So weird. In any event, the last two classes went well and the kids were actually able to say the conversation by the end of the period (I have a sneaky suspicion they already knew how to ask someone's name, though). In any event, I felt the last four classes were a subdued success and feel nothing but regret for the first class. I'm pretty sure they hate me because I always try out my new lessons on them. Oh well, they'll forgive me in the years to come.

Then, with my classes done, I got my paper signed off saying I was there and worked what scheduled me to and hopped on my bike and went home. The end.

Oh Ye Unbelievers

Just a short update to let everyone know that I have friends now. Three to be exact. Their names are Kristen, Adam, and Heather. Kristen and Heather are in the branch, but Adam isn't a member (OOOOooooo!). Kristen called me today and said "Hey, we're watchin a movie, come on over," and I was all like "Kk, be there soon." Also, this is perfect because I'm working on my debut young adult science fiction trilogy "The Last Adam" and I've been dying to do some first-hand research on a guy whose actual name is Adam. It'll really help my character development. I'm sure. But, yeah, no big deal, I'm popular now.

Also, I lost my key somewhere. I think they cost, like, $50 to replace. Oops. I just played Bejeweled on my iPod til the guy showed up to change the lock. I actually think it was my iPod that made me lose my key, though, actually. Cause they were in the same pocket, I think. So, mid-bike ride I pull out my iPod to change the song and, bam, key falls out. Except it's a key card, so I kinda blame the apartment company. I mean, who's ever heard of a key-card chain? Really hard to carry around with you. Too big for the wallet. If they were wallet-sized, then... No, the real blame should be lain upon the heads of Kristen. If she hadn't invited me out to do something, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to lose my key(card). Hmmm, new friends... a curse in disguise. Well, sorry, Brad Pitt, but fool me once, Shame on you, fool me twice, shame on Troy.

Teh [secret] Babies

Alright, first off, Katy Perry's craze. Can we all just agree about that? Thank you. I was on Grooveshark trying to get a playlist for this blog writing sesh that I've set myself to when I decided that I've been listening far too much to the same six Good Old War songs and I was starting to make my mother worried. So, I said, "Hey, I'm hip! I'll just listen to whatever is on the popular tab on the left and keep up on my American culture!" The first song was some really boring song by Mr. Mars that hit too close to home today, so I skipped to the second one, E.T. by Katy Perry. I got really bored with it quick. So, I scrolled down to see if there were any songs I liked and decided to listen to Owl City. And Lo, and Behold, I'm feeling somewhat more in the mood to write. Dear Muse, now I know what Stephanie Meyers meant when she said what she said.

Okay, so, I believe there is some disconnect between the first post and the video I posted and I would like to harmonize these discordant pictures of my Japanese experience. After which, I will add another line of music that will be the predominant melody of today's choral arrangement.

When we last left our hero (anti- or otherwise), he was acclimating to his three day stay in Tokyo. Well, that Saturday, I built myself a plan. Or rather, I composed a framework for the day's adventure. I decided upon a $15 train ticket that would let me go anywhere in Tokyo for the day. The possibilities were endless. I could give you a blow by blow of what I did and how I got lost looking for the Tokyo Temple or my fumbling scholarship at the Tokyo Central Library, but instead, I will let a montage of photos quell your insatiable desire for details. Remember: These each are worth 1000 words, Ms. Lowry.

Here we see a beautiful HUGE temple right at the base of the Tokyo Tower. I thought it classic.
You know I wasted no time finding the Tokyo PokeCenter!

Tokyo Tower view of the ground. I felt so vulnerable.
The Tokyo Temple. The second time I tried this looked even worse. I just couldn't get the face right. (I wonder how many times God says that?)
Dwight, the other intern, wanted to go here. We spent a while waiting for a call girl to... call to him. We didn't get anything. Just 6 large black men that, quite literally, almost pulled us in to the strip clubs they worked for.

Then, Sunday morning we left Tokyo on the Shinkansen and bulleted across the country at speeds that would make even Neo blush. But, I don't think I'll mention it. Keanu has enough to be embarrassed about already. It took us four hours to get from Tokyo to Hiroshima. At which point, we were set loose to find our hotel all alone. Someone had met us at the Tokyo airport and taken us to the hotel, but out in H-town (to use the local parlance) we were left to our own futile devices. So, in the falling vanilla twilight, we used street cars, feet, and a good old pair of pealed eyes to find our hotel. This one was a bit more accommodating than it's Tokyo rival. The beds were approaching Queen size in all but length and the doors were locked with cards, not keys, so it was obviously more secure. Plus, there was a convenience store right next to the entrance. (Convenience stores = layman's cafeteria). Our first night in Hiroshima was spent sleeping. I had slept a good 4 hours the night before and was slowly coming down with the scratchy-throated beginnings of a cold, so I was in dire need of some rest and respite.

Monday, I awoke early (4 am is early, right? Jet Lag clouds everything), and after some furrowing around on the internet got some pastry from the Lawson's convenience store as I went in search of the office we were supposed to make an appearance at at about 9am. After an hour of searching all the buildings within a four block radius, I surmised that the name of the company was written in English and that I had passed by the building it was in four times during my search for the Japanese spelling. I arrived back at the hotel in time to find Dwight standing awkwardly outside my door, mid-knock. I told him I found the office and we walked the 1 minute to the building and pushed the 'up' button on the elevator.

Thus we began our training at the Hiroshima branch of Interac Inc. Our trainer was the perfect offspring of Kramer and Bill Murray. This kept me a little on edge for the four days we spent cooped up in that tiny room. Just the three of us. Me, the somewhat pockmarked and cynically subdued Kramer, Gary, and a chubbier and clumsier ironically-named incarnation of Napoleon Dynamite, Dwight. I felt a little lost in translation, to say the least. I often excused myself to the restroom to check the mirror and make sure I was still myself. These are the days you'll turn into who you'll be the rest of your life, just be sure who you turn into. Well, Ben Parker, I've been trying to do just that.

Each night we tried to find something tasty to eat in the covered shopping district close to our hotel. Dwight was also in search of another, larger suitcase, so we spent some time on that. I was dog tired, but I had to go and be the guide otherwise he would've gotten terribly lost. So, with the dog days being over, I tried to stay awake as long as I could and go out on the town with Dwight ever night, but, much to his chagrin, ten o'clock always found me sound asleep on my almost queen sized bed. We did make it out to the A-bomb dome, though, one evening.

It was raining fairly hard all week and the walk to and from the dome was not the most comfortable in my Toms, but I made it there and back again, so, not too much to complain about. The hollow dome, along with the numerous people who passed by it not even giving it so much as a glance, was a sobering sight. But those thought are for another more expressive medium. verbal conversation, maybe? A haunting piano melody? I'll leave that to the orators and musicians and my future self who has become both of these.

Then on Friday morning, we left our hotel and said our goodbyes. I bid my farewell to Napoleon and boarded a bus to my own island exile. I was tired, but not too tired for a listen through of Seven Swans (My favourite album at the moment, it seems). I tried to read a little, but my eyelids were in no mood to stand at attention for any amount of time, so, at ease, I quitely drifted between sweet sweet sleep and the forested hills outside. My dreams were a combination of a poignant and melancholic longing for love and the ancient groves that swiftly sped past on the opposite side of the glass I leaned my head against. Finally, subconsciously sensing a change in the road beneath, I was roused from my reverie and greeted with the magnificent views of the Seto Inland Sea. The calm water lay as a great plane between the majestic and sudden mountains that formed the many islands of the 瀬戸内海. Soon, Asia's longest bridge behind me, I stepped out of the bus onto the smallest of Japan's four main islands, Shikoku, and into Japan's smallest prefecture, Kagawa. I was met at the bus station by an individual contracted by Interac to help me get settled in. Her name was Mrs. Yano and had spent time as a student at Ricks college and BYU Provo, though she wasn't a member. Though that was twenty years ago, she still thinks fondly upon her time in the States and has kept up her English, though most of our conversations were in Japanese. Much unloading and shopping occurred that were, to be kind, boring as krade.

Eventually, it became Saturday and I was left with a day to myself without a bike. I decided to head out and take in my surroundings. I strapped a backpack on, because I felt lonely without one, and pointed myself toward a hill not far from my apartment. I was going to climb it no matter what, but I was relieved to find that the hill was meant to be climbed and trails were prepared for that very purpose. I took a fun little hike up and around the hill. Here are some pictures I found there.

Monkeys. They seemed really bored. So was I.

Here there laye Turtles. Beware.

Sunday. Haha, so, I walked to the train station and took the train two stops over. Then I walked across the city to the general area of the church (or so I had hoped). I had spied the church on the drive in. Thankfully it was on a big road. I had this long walk up to the door and I was extremely visible to the two Elders standing guard greeting all those who entered. I was a bit embarrassed, but kept a straight-face all the same. Let them stare. I introduced myself to a couple of people, mostly just those who inquired, and sat down in the chapel and waited for the meeting to begin. There were a LOT of white people. I came to learn that the reason 20 of the 50 people in the branch were American was because there is an English school in the area that hires almost exclusively LDS. And that none of these had extremely good, if any, Japanese ability. One of the talks was given in English with the Branch interpreter giving it in Japanese every paragraph or so. It felt more like Tokyo than a small branch in the smallest prefecture in Japan. I scanned the room for any young adults, but the closest I found was a chorister. A young woman probably in her mid-twenties. I decided I might as well have a crush on her, though I was unsure if I could actually have feelings for her. But, I mean, what the heck, right? I didn't spend too much time on it, though. The little girl next to me really wanted to play and talk about who in the branch I knew (no one). It was a short conversation that lasted almost the whole hour. I looked up once during the closing hymn and thought I caught the chorister's eyes glance my direction. I looked at the program and found out her name was Ogita H. Somewhat helpful. I was looking forward to Sunday School to see if this hastily-made decision of crushing was premature or premonition.

Unfortunately, I was Matt Accosted by the white people and forced into their English Sunday School and Priesthood meeting. They seem nice enough, but I was really looking forward to spending my internship in Japan with the Japanese... maybe? And/or this Ogita H. lady. So, I'm stuck between snubbing the expat social club and missing my opportunity to be with the Japanese members. And/or this Ogita H. lady. Who I finally met after church in the hallway. I was to receive a ride home from the second councilor and his wife and two kids, but the District President had shut him and himself in a room to discuss the branch, so I was left to my own futile devices in the hallway. This Ogita H. lady went up to the missionaries and talked to them. I felt a little jealous. What YSA would rather talk to Elders than another YSA? Elders are off-limits, I'm really not. Then the Elders left. I was relieved. Then Ogita H. and I put on a fun little play. I was standing in the hall as awkwardly as I could. She was doing the same on a corner a couple feet away. We both sat there waiting. I looked down, hands clasped behind my back, scratching at the floor with my shoes as if to free some dirt entwined within the carpet. And she said her first line: "Those are some pretty nice glasses." The rest is, as they say, history. In short, yes, Sandra Bullock, it was premonition.

Then I got home and did nothing for the rest of the day. Then we had a training on Monday. And I taught Tuesday and Wednesday. Today is Thursday and I've spent it inside sleeping or writing this. Literally took me three hours. The kids are great. Next time I'll prolly write about Japanese Elementary schools. I teach 3rd and 4th graders. Soo fun! If you read all of this, you must have the patience of Gob.