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Mechanics and Dynamics

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 by Steph

I just heard from a friend working abroad in Honduras. She’s had a difficult time adjusting, and has just started to feel acclimated, now that she is beginning her second year in the Peace corps. I am trying to heed her advice, “don’t sweat the first year and a half”.

My experience in Japan definetely reminds me of dating someone new. It is all smiley faces and rainbows to start out with, but now the realities are sinking in, and I am trying not to feel trapped in a job where I sit sometimes for days doing nothing when I could be out helping someone else, all due to inefficient planning.

This is such a weird job… I signed up for JET to do teaching and the ever ephemeral “internationalization”. After I’m hired, the JET office is out of the picture, and my fate is determined by a local Board of Education, which often has limited vision about what a JET is and can do. “Teach English in my city when and where I tell you to” is a pretty common interpretation. Understandably, they’re worried more about the scheduling of their school districts, and using my time well can be more of an after thought. I am constantly asked to be flexible, as schedules change at a moment’s notice, or teachers ask me to put in some extra time after school to help them out with whatever. Which I do gladly… it’s usually fun… I just wish I could ask for the same flexibility in return to allow me to expand my role as a JET. This is definitely an area in which the JET program has been struggling for years, and will continue to struggle.

For example, several JETs, including one from my town, are going to India for winter break, to participate in a volunteer English camp for orphans. I am unable to participate, because I would have to miss 3 days of school. When I suggested that I could make up these one-shot elementary school visits on one of the 10 Mondays between now and then, when I have no class and nothing to do, I was told that the schedule is not flexible. I know that this is not strictly true, because my school visits have already once been changed around to accomodate the BOE’s schedule.

Later in the year I will have large swaths of time when the kids aren’t in school, but I am required to show up to work anyway. I know that there will be opportunities to teach at English camps during this time, and I am worried that my two choices will be taking vacation time to teach (of which I have very little when you take travel time into account), or else getting paid to go to work and mindlessly surf the Internet. Some lucky JETs are allowed to teach at English camps as part of their jobs, in the name of internationalization, but many must use up their vacation time to participate. It all depends on the point of view of your employer.

Upon my arrival to Noshiro, I didn’t even realize my boss was my boss, because the employer-employee relationship in Japan is so different from what I’m used to. As a foreign resident who is not proficient in Japanese, I initially needed a slew of favors; my boss made sure my utilities were set up, two of his co-workers lent us bikes to use, and he picked me up for work every morning for the first week. Though not strictly necessary, he went with me to the train station to acquaint me with the transit system, checking fares, and giving me detailed route and transfer information. He drove me to Aomori to retrieve my stolen wallet during the workday at a moment’s notice. Last weekend, he took my car papers somewhere to get the ownership transferred so I can someday drive the beast. I am tremendously thankful for his efforts, as they have made my transition to Japan much easier. Now that I am settled in Noshiro, he pretty much only calls when he needs me to do something, or he’s turning down a request of mine. This is the extent of our interactions, because we don’t even work in the same city, let alone the same office.

So I need to ask myself… do I try and fight these ideological battles that I am probably going to lose, to try and create awareness here for a JET’s breadth of purpose and inch toward an environment which is better for my successors? Or do I suck it up and roll with the system, and be thankful that I have cushy job, that I’ve got my best friend here to back me up, and chalk the rest up to culture differences?

Even though issues like these can be frustrating, if I take a step back, I can see that this is not a huge problem in the Grand Scheme, and that I ‘ve already had so many great experiences here in the last two months, JET is worth it. Even if the program still needs a little fine tuning.

You Know You’re a JET when…

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 by Steph
  • You find yourself trying to teach your supervisor how to use the phrase “Out like trout” or “shotgun”
  • You get paid to surf the internet, but you’re forced to take time off to actually teach English and promote internationalization
  • You get laughed at in the school cafeteria for ordering the *wrong* noodles (silly gaijin)
  • You do nothing all day, only to be asked to plan tomorrow’s lessons as soon as you head home

Or maybe I’m just grumpy. Is this the dreaded Culture Shock they keep telling me about?

On the plus side: my wallet was found… the NEXT state over, in Aomori. I got a call from my supervisor first thing on Monday morning. He had been contacted by the police and we had to drive to Aomori to pick up my wallet ASAP. You cannot imagine my surprise. All the money was, of course, gone, but at least I got my foreigner card and driver’s licence back.

Happy ending? You decide.

Wallet

Sunday, September 10th, 2006 by Steph

WHO THE CRAP STOLE MY WALLET????!??

sunday musings

Sunday, September 3rd, 2006 by Steph

Maybe it’s because I’m sitting around on a rainy day listening to the wonderful music Shira gave me, music which reminds me how far away Mexico is. Maybe it’s because the karaoke videos from friday night were filled with images of downtown Los Angeles and the little red San Diego trolley. Maybe it’s because all I’ve felt for the last month is exhilaration as everything metamorphosizes from the strange to the familiar, and now that I know how to shop for groceries and find my way around town, I finally have a chance to breathe. Maybe it’s because I finally finally don’t have to be on my guard every second of every day, ready to gracefully(?) deal with the unexpected.

For whatever reason, I finally have the time and energy and peace of mind to miss everyone.

I’ve been dreaming about Asogli concerts, and family Thanksgivings. I miss living so close to the Mexican border, where old ladies sell tamales out of their houses, and low riders swing by playing mariachi music.

Even though I love living in this curious, bizarre country with the genki screaming kids and the neighbors who offer you sake when you’re out to eat, and the temperamental schitzo weather and the old ladies who push you over to get a seat on the trains… home still beckons seductively from across the Pacific.икони

celebration

Saturday, September 2nd, 2006 by Steph

Well, I’ve officially been here a month now, which is now the longest amount of time I’ve been in a foreign country. Let’s celebrate with a few observations:

Great Ideas:

-bicycles which come standard with built in lock and self-powered light
-bathtubs which overflow into… the shower!
-using as much water as you want because bucketfulls more will be falling at 3 am
-public transport that is cheaper and faster than your car
-paying your bills at the convenience store
-grocery stores which pack mini ice packs in with your freezer food

Not so great:

-every shower comes equiped with a mirror (why, why I ask you? I already *know* where everything is!)
-ineffective deoderant
-ineffective detergent
-the crazy rule that says the public school teachers must move around from school to school every 3-5 years. The teachers can’t even explain the logic of this one to me.

MIA:

-ice cream trucks with mariachi music
-real honest-to-god BEER.
-tortillas and sourdough bread
-recreational beaches
-coffee houses with frilly drinks, indie music, free internet and luscious couches