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The teacher from the elementary-middle school today, henceforth known as Bob, just showed up on my doorstep. It's 8.36pm.
He wanted to apologize for being so busy he didn't see me to the bus station (across the one-lane road from the school.) And to apologize for not asking sooner, but did I have any impressions or ideas or aversions to or of or from anything that had happened today in class? And to apologize if I had felt weird or uncomfortable or worried about anything that was said in the staff room, because it was all jokes and Japanese jokes and casual things, and he only wanted to make sure I knew this.
... I didn't have very much at all to add to our previous discussions of class today. And I hadn't expected him to wait for the bus with me, assuming that you know, I could cross seven feet of asphalt on my own. And I had tracked (I like to think!) most of the Japanese that went by in the faculty room and it was all friendly banter and I didn't catch the slightest bit of anything that could possibly have been construed as offensive to the most delicate gaijin soul. It is possible I missed a joke or two at my expense. I find this perturbing not at all.
He had asked at the office to find out where my apartment was. He presented me with sweets. I would have invited him to take off his shoes and come in, only I was washing dishes in my dressing gown at the time.
My perfectly decent and super-stylish dressing gown, I might add, god bless you Indian textiles. Nevertheless. That was, huhm.
Different!
Country living lol?
He wanted to apologize for being so busy he didn't see me to the bus station (across the one-lane road from the school.) And to apologize for not asking sooner, but did I have any impressions or ideas or aversions to or of or from anything that had happened today in class? And to apologize if I had felt weird or uncomfortable or worried about anything that was said in the staff room, because it was all jokes and Japanese jokes and casual things, and he only wanted to make sure I knew this.
... I didn't have very much at all to add to our previous discussions of class today. And I hadn't expected him to wait for the bus with me, assuming that you know, I could cross seven feet of asphalt on my own. And I had tracked (I like to think!) most of the Japanese that went by in the faculty room and it was all friendly banter and I didn't catch the slightest bit of anything that could possibly have been construed as offensive to the most delicate gaijin soul. It is possible I missed a joke or two at my expense. I find this perturbing not at all.
He had asked at the office to find out where my apartment was. He presented me with sweets. I would have invited him to take off his shoes and come in, only I was washing dishes in my dressing gown at the time.
My perfectly decent and super-stylish dressing gown, I might add, god bless you Indian textiles. Nevertheless. That was, huhm.
Different!
Country living lol?
