First Day of School

August 15, 2008
Dear Diary,
It seems I have not adequately described my living situation. Basically I live a ways outside of Tokyo, a place the residents would call a “town”, but this said town is bigger than flipping Anchorage (our biggest city). Everyone here gets around by bus or car. Since my Aunt goes to school ridiculously early Koichi and I will be riding the bus together. So I get all dressed in my uniform and keep my hair down because the Japanese are Nazis and don’t like people having funky hair, however amazing haircuts are acceptable. So I go out to the bus stop and see Koichi sitting on the bench with his uniform and his Panda hat on. We rode the bus together in silence
The entire day of school was fairly extraordinary. The students kept talking to me in Japanese-English, shall we call it Janglish? Anyway, they were so excited to have me here as if seeing a white girl was something new. I had art today and I sat with Koichi and some girls named: Miyo, Kisuku, and Kei. The weirdest conversations are had here. For instance we discussed that if mass can neither be created nor destroyed then where do babies come from? The answer: mutated mass. Dear Diary, these people are weird.
Becca

August 16, 2008
Dear Diary,
Oh my God. So I was in English class with Koichi and two girls named Chihiro and Kaede when Aunt Shellie announced that we were going to do a skit in English on who our hero was. Koichi was quick to get me as a partner since I was a native speaker. Then Koichi and I began to talk about who our hero was. He was listing off Japanese celebrities and historical figures while I listed of Western heroes. Can you believe he didn’t know who Chuck Norris is? Anyway my aunt comes up to me and asks if we’d take in another student into our group. Reluctantly we let him in. I forgot the boy’s name, but his name is not important. So finally I list off a name Koichi knows: Santa.
“Yes, I know Santa-san!” Thank God I was running out of ideas! Alas, our new teammate was not happy with this choice.
“Segata Sanshiro!” he said. I asked him who it was and the boy launched into an impersonation and explanation of who this man was. So, like a good American I opted for a vote. Koichi and I voted for Santa while the other boy voted for Segata Sanshiro. So he starts pouting while we discuss our roles in the skit. I was to be Santa-san while the two boys would be children awaiting my Christmas presents. Soon Aunt Shellie called us all to our desks. The first group to go was Chihiro or “Hiro” and Kaede. Their hero: the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Their skit: epic! Next it was us, Koichi took his place and uttered his words of great happiness in waiting for Santa-san. The other boy could be seen sulking in the corner. Ignoring him I went forth with the show.
“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas little boy!” I say and open up my backpack made toy sack. From behind me jumped the boy. He did a roundhouse kick.
“Hiya! I am Segata Sanshiro! Here is your Sega Saturn!” he thrust a book at Koichi. I was dumbfounded and pissed. I went to the corner and covered my face while Koichi played along. He bowed.
“Th-thank you Segata Sanshiro for the awesome game system. I love it!”
Becca