Reading charlie's journal

Two nights ago my students had a band concert, and they wanted me to come. I did not really have time, but i went anyway - btw they were great. Students in japan can only be in one club, band, choir, cooking, baseball, volleyball, etc. So when they do something, they do it really well

the shift key isnt really working here at this internet cafe.

so after the concert i went to what i thought was a ramen shop. Turns out it was a sushi and soba shop. I was hoping for fast service but since it was sushi - which takes a long time to prepare - service was slow. But i had already had a hot towel so i stayed. Since i was by myself i was seated at the bar.

An older man and his wife were noticably talking about me to the sushi cook - american in japanese is amerikajin, and they did not say it softly. They were guessing about if i could read the menu, and what i could eat

there was a poster behind them on the wall, and i knew it said apple something, so i asked what the something was. They said it was apple sake. I asked if it was good, the man unconvinceinly said yes. And then he bought me a small bottle - exclamation point.

I knew i couldnt drink the whole thing myself so i tried to get him to stay. He had a shot and left me the rest saying something about needing to get going. By this time its 9 pm and i havent had anything to eat besides this meal since noon.

So i had three shots and they hit me harder than usual. I still had lesson plans to make, and thursdays lesson hadnt gone well - i got a lot of blank stares,　i dont think the kids had fun and they only kind of understood. So now its ten, im a little drunk and i make two and a half hours worth of lessons in a hour

the next day, friday, i come to school with my intoxicated lesson plans, the kids had fun, they learned well, and everything went great.

This is the kind of place japan is, a random man who seems to be rude, buys you a drink, and it makes your day - exclamation point

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