What? two post in one week? This is almost an overblog. AHHHHHH
Fear not faithfull supporters, I am absolutely fine! My head has not exploded from the effects of overblogging. No This is an extra special blog for 3 reasons. 1, its my Brother’s birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BROTHER! 2, I survived valentines day without crazy women mugging my with chocolate ( actually the only chocolate I did get was from guys. No comment)…( and you know what else? Today -the day after valentines day- I saw suspicious amounts of female students eating heart shaped chocolate…. I want some chocolate!). 3, I have had one of the most interesting, boring, and emotionally exhausting days of my life.
It started with one of my very rare and treasured sleep ins. I was going to savour every moment of sleep filled morning… That is, until my host mother informed me that I would be going to Kanazawa city (by myself), to meet with my exchange councillor and have an exchange student forum, in the very near future. Like 10 minutes to get out the door future. Skipping past the hurried breakfast and getting ready, With map in hand I marched to the train station exited about the upcoming day. And why not? I was going to meet foreign people!…….wait a moment…
Anyway arriving at Kanazawa, I navigated my way to the chosen building ( a place called Rifare). I arrived pretty much buzzing (navigating to some building in a new, foreign town is a very exhilarating experience, you should try it some time). And there I met my exchange councillor, Mori- san ( I had only seen her once upon my arrival at Komatsu airport. I thought I had a conversation with her on the train, but It turns out that was someone different. Which leads to some very interesting questions about who I had a 20 minute conversation with…).
One thing you could say about Mori-san is that she is fast. She walks fast, talks even faster, and manages to get through activities at inhuman speed. If there was a athletic pace walking while reading out the dictionary, while having a conversation with somebody - sport, I would seriously consider sponsoring Mori-san. So We had traversed down 3 floors and back before I fully realised What was going on. It turns out I would be helping Mori-san set up a seminar. So I did (I have to thank my mother for some experience in this Field, but usually she pays me...). After 2 gruelling hours of sticking up photo’s and setting up seating (and some very bad green tea- it turns out bottled green tea is allot stronger than normal...) and introducing myself to everyone that came in (including 2 very bewildered high school girls) It seemed the seminar would finally start. It was then that i realised two things. 1, I was actually doing this work for Mori-san’s real job (not any exchange organisation) and 2, I was expected to sit through this seminar.
So I did. For 3 hours. About the importance of water. In Japanese. You could tell I was more than a little frustrated at, well , everything by the end of it. Fortunately I was invited to the after dinner celebration (as a reward I foolishly thought). Fast forward to the restaurant, and the dinner was going to cost 50$. 50 big ones! I was expecting a feast! When the beers came round, (mine was expertly swapped with a cold glass of juice) I was chatting to one of the workers. Now I don’t know if you know about after work dinners in Japan, but the workers get pretty lively. except for the boss. He just sat there, staring at me in his little man evil way… (reminded me of freiza actually...). But I didn’t mind, I was going to get a feast!
It was just as they were bringing out the entry (beef tabaki, fresh prawns, delicious looking chicken wings) that Mori-san crushed my dreams. I was instructed to drink my juice, given my 50$ back, and whisked out the door back onto the train before I realised that there wasn’t any food infront of me anymore. Crushed, tired and confused it was on the train ride home that I realised I had gotten a free juice. The whole effort of that day, 4 hours of setting up and sitting through this boring seminar, equated to a free glass of juice.
FML
Ben
