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So starting tomorrow, I'll be attending an internship at a company near my home. The email description said I'll probably be working Monday through Friday, from 9 AM to 3 PM. The internship runs from tomorrow (June 24th) to August 13th. It's an unpaid internship, but the experience will be more than worth it, since I'll be working with a well known and respected company and it'll look good on my resume, and it'll be getting experience in doing something I think I want to do after I get out of school. ...

The joy of being that person who gets to sit back and snap photos instead of doing work.






English vocab. Seeing as they are in their second year, "this is a pen" is sadly missing from their textbooks.




Independent study period. Independent study​ period.

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Despite it being the transition period between classes, a small crowd had somehow gathered to watch the miraculous spectacle that is, you guessed it, my making small talk in English with one of the resident English-speaking English teachers (if this seems redundant, think again), who hailed from New Zealand. (You'd think that they'd be tired of this by now, wouldn't you?)

Not one to let an educational opportunity pass by, instead of nicely requesting them to please GET THEIR ASSES TO ...

(Thanks for the warm reception, guys; wasn't expecting it. For this I promise you pictures of the not-harem in the near future. If I can find them.)



After English grammar, (in which those around me kept interrupting the class to try to get me to correct the teacher's admittedly broken pronunciation) and chemistry (in which class was briefly halted as my humble worksheet with my moonrune handwriting on it was passed around the class), it was now time for PE, physical education. ...

Summer of 2011. Being the year of the earthquake, instead of glorious Akihabara Tokyo exchange students were relegated to various southern locations away from the Northeast. The luckier ones ended up in Osaka. I was, sadly, not one of them.

This being years after my weaboo phase, I felt cynical and wise in my knowledge that the real Japan was nothing like the animu Japan I had so adored in junior high. Animu high school, I was sure, was about as different from real Japanese high school ...