Once Upon a Time...

Having a keitai in Japan isn't just an accessory-- it's a way of life. While riding the train you'll notice the majority of people flashing their phones out for hours at a time to check e-mails, write messages, listen to music, and even watch TV. Sadly, these days have come to an end for me.


Don't ask what happened. Funny thing is this wasn't the only thing broken last weekend. Oddly enough my iPhone actually hurt less.

Beat Up by Schoolgirls

Today I encountered some of my Junior High School students and was assaulted shortly after seeing them. I took a vicious series of flailing arms and fists to the shoulder area, and was also victim of a swift kick just below the kneecap. Since I left in an emergency last week I had no time to personally tell the students or parents that I would be missing for the week. My Junior High's were under the impression I abruptly left without saying goodbye and that I wasn't planning on returning. It was actually quite scary and sort of sweet.

When class ended both of them took out their cell phones and exclaimed: "Let's take some pictures!" Just in case I do plan on leaving without any notice, they now have a few photos. They also asked for my keitai e-mail address... to which I responded "uhh.. I don't have one." Probably the best thing to do!