Working for an Eikawa

The dream has been reached. I will be moving and working in Japan.

I can't say that I was not looking forward at getting a job in Japan. Ever since I found out in my sophomore year of college that I was able to do it, I was given an incentive to have this opportunity to both practice something that I have enjoyed doing (I have worked with children before) and being able to go to a place that I have always wanted to go, even if it was just to visit.

I am feeling a bit bittersweet to be wanting to leave. I mean, who is ever happy to say goodbye to the people that they have grown up with? No one I imagine.

But once I received my general offer of employment from the Eikawa school, I was not at all hesitant to reply with my acceptance.

I hope this to be a rewarding experience, as well as the beginning of writing more about my experiences in japan. I am thinking of continuing my journey in Japan with this blog, or starting up a completely different one. But that will be planned out in due time. First, I have to find out where I will be working and when I will be going.

Thoughts on Japan and Amity

I have weird moments when I like to type something online and looking through threads to have my questions answered. Like when I want to know how to breed some dragons in my Dragonvale app that I have in my iPad, or if I can take my little Roku player overseas (that is, if I get offered the job to work overseas).

Currently, I have refrained from expressing anything to anyone about the Amity Aeon position, except my mother, because she was in the Suzuki when I received the email saying that they are requesting a background check. I can only assume that I am keeping a calm exterior due to the fact if I am denied, I won't take it as hard as the time I was not offered the position for Aeon, their sister school.

But in retrospect, as I am trying time and time again to recount where I went wrong in the Aeon private interview, and where I went right, I see that I did more wrong than right. I stalled, I didn't understand how to properly teach the lesson plan, the answers were wrong, I was gasping and taking time simply because I didn't know how else to continue with the ten minute lesson plan.

In short, I choked because I never had the practice. Sure, I read about it in the forums and what to expect, but I was sweating as much as a horse when I was put on the spot like that.

I felt that with Amity, for the private lesson, I was more prepared. And it wasn't as difficult because I was just teaching simple phrases and animal vocabulary. I thought that I did better, and planning out the lesson plan felt more mature.

The one on one interview also helped me out a lot. And now that they requested the background check, I cannot help but think that this can only be a good sign. Wherever they decide to place me, I already told them that I was an open book and don't have any specific preference, because I have never been to Japan and I know that wherever I go will be a beautiful adventure.

Stiff Upper Lip

I am taking a break on the outside backyard with Pandora playing what is considered to be artists that have the same sounds as The Weeks. It's a band I recently have become too interested in.

I just think the backyard is beautiful, even though there are so many things wrong with it. The weeds are sprouting from the cracks in the concrete. The center of the grass is dead with instances of survival around the edges. The incomplete house my dad started when he was fired- I mean let go.

The lawn mower is resting in the shade the orange tree is supplying. The mango tree is still covered.

Yet the sun is still inviting. It makes me want to stay out here and just remain in the sun even though it burns after a while.

For this instant, it's burning. But I am not bothered by its sting. I am welcoming it.

Nieces.

I have my nieces over this weekend. To be honest, it is a constant reminder that I am either too annoyed at the fact of having children, or I am still going through a selfish phase.

I will admit that I am a selfish person, but at the same time I feel as though my sisters have "difficult bundles of joy." I say this with love in case either one decides to torch me through their teeth.

My youngest niece Emily is the type that can be labeled as psychopathic (I can just imagine Rob Hare scolding me for identifying a psychopath without proper training). She is a pathological liar, never listens, always cries to get her way, and has a tendency to torture pets. Just some cases to being psychopathic.

My other niece Bryana has a mouth on her that is pilfered with attitude. I hate that. So much more than a few simple psychopathic tendencies that my other niece has.

I don't know why I am writing this, when I could be watching something funny like mean girls. It's something I just wanted to get off my. Best I suppose.