British Steve (one of my fellow teachers and friends here) says all of his schwa sounds as "oooh." "Say 'lover', Steve!" urges American Mike, his roommate. "Loooova," Steve will say gorgeously. "I don't have an accent. I don't know what you guys are talking abOAT." says Alan from Ottawa. "But that letter you keep trying
You take off your shoes when you enter a home or a carpeted room, and this goes for classrooms as well; I teach children in my stocking feet. Today, after one of my kids' classes, Lloyd (one of the academy's Native staff members) said to me, "It was interesting watching you teach. I even noticed
So very much to write but with no internet in my apartment (still) it feels impossible to cram all the things i want to say in little tiny bites. Sometimes I write it all out in my head and figure that when I come to the internet cafe it will all just pour out ...
Stupid kanji ...
The internet cafe is not free. There is, apparently, a sign above the computers that says something like "Free internet when you buy 1 drink! 1 hour maximum" but, of course, this, I couldn't read. My new neighbors, Bob and Sean, translated it for me when they bounced over to said cafe, ready to get
Yatta for a free internet cafe just about 10 minutes from my apartment in Sakiio!!! Free is dangerous, though, because for the past 48 sans-intanetto hours i crossed a continent and an enormous ocean while nursing a raging head cold, got settled into my teeny, tiny apato, strolled down the main street in search of
2.5 hours to go before I leave for Newark. 5 hours to go until I leave for Detroit. 9 hours to go until I leave Detroit for Japan. 14 hours plus 14 hours before I land in Japan. Pretty much packed - I'm trying to figure out how to fit my notebooks into my suitcases. They might