Sam in Japan

21 year old Perth-born transplant to Sendai, Japan.

I’m exhausted. Ended up having to stay an hour overtime today because of some ridiculous computer problem. Going to go home and eat ice-cream and watch Mad Men and try to forget that my insides are literally tearing themselves apart because I refused to put a baby in them. And naturally Japanese painkillers do sweet crap all. Whinge whinge.

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I hate Mondays. Five classes in a row and my JTE leaves it to me to plan the entire lesson and mostly just stands in the corner and only intervenes whenever she needs to translate something the kids haven’t understood. Ugh I need more support than this lady what part of *ASSISTANT* language teacher don’t you get?!? Yes I realize I’m whining but it’s Monday and even a Grande size Starbucks on the way to work couldn’t pick me up. Ighhhhhhhhhhh *Tina Belcher moan*

"I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul." Yes I am quoting Emily Bronte in relation to my dog now everybody shut the hell up and appreciate the floppy ears that I’ve spent over a year away from :(

"I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul." Yes I am quoting Emily Bronte in relation to my dog now everybody shut the hell up and appreciate the floppy ears that I’ve spent over a year away from :(

I feel bad :( I bumped into two of my third years in Loft and they were all “You never come to class anymore”. I wanted to be like “I want to come to your classes but your teacher uses excuses like being busy preparing for tests to prevent me from coming!!!” On Tuesday I went to my supervisor and asked about tomorrow’s classes and she told me she’d be preparing them from entrance exams and not to come. This was after spending the ENTIRE day desk warming today because the 2nd year teacher was using the lesson to hand back tests and didn’t need me. Ughh now I feel shitty because the kids must think I’m choosing not to come and that’s not the case :(((

Found English muffins at the store today and I literally stood in the aisle rubbing them against my cheek and stroking them for a good ten minutes before I bought them. And a few minutes after I got home the delivery man came with the book I ordered from amazon.jp yesterday. Japan is being so good to me today.

Kamakura how I miss you!

Kamakura how I miss you!

A pet peeve and a real love concerning this country I live in: I love that I can get into a hair salon on a Saturday without a booking here, which would be near impossible back home. However, last night was the 100th time I’ve forgotten to withdraw money on a Friday night and been caught short. The ATMs here go out of service between 9:30pm and 7am and it irks the crap out of me to not be able to access my own money!!! Why does an ATM need a holiday ?!

A normal-sized person (by Australian standards) just walked past and I gave a start. It’s going to suck going back home and feeling short again :( I like feeling normal-sized!