Losing My Religion

Japan is a land of shrines and temples. They're everywhere you look. The corner of an intersection has a small shrine to Jizo for watching over babies who died in the womb. Hidden in the trees is a gate leading to a stone flight of stairs for a mountain shrine. Laws have actually been put into place to limit the number of shrines because in the past an area of 10 square kilometers had over 100 distinct, separate shrines. Japanese temples are known throughout the world; Kiyomizudera, the Clear Water Temple, was in the running to be one of the new Seven Wonders of the World. It's difficult if not impossible to be in Japan without going to shrines or temples. Most festivals happen at or are strongly connected to specific shrines or temples. They're beautiful buildings, architecturally, and they're also an amazing example of ancient Japan. Going to shrines involves following certain rules, and you really don't want to mess any of the rules up because whatever you're entering is sacred.

When entering a shrine do not enter from the center of the gate. That is reserved for the gods. Enter from either side. I didn't know this and have probably offended so many gods. Whoops. I've also been told that you're supposed to bow before you enter the main gate, but I don't recall ever seeing a Japanese person doing this, so I'll keep an eye on it. Bowing too much doesn't hurt, anyway, so from now on I'll be making a habit of this.

The first shrine I encountered was a small shrine near Go-Sho in Kyoto. I was studying abroad at the time, and my Japanese was not so good. Now, when you first enter a shrine/temple there will be a place for washing your hands. Usually you aren't supposed to drink this water. Apparently at this shrine you're not only allowed to but encouraged to because the water is famous for being delicious and pure. Some very nice elderly people were trying to tell us about the amazing water and how drinking it was ok. None of us could believe it, though, and we convinced ourselves that we'd misunderstood their Japanese. The reason you wash your hands is to cleanse yourself of impurity. This is also why you shouldn't go to a shrine when you are ill or in mourning, which are both states of impurity.

After you've washed your hands it's time to proceed to the main part of the shrine/temple. There's a place to pray. First, throw a coin into the offering box, but don't worry because the amount doesn't matter. If there is a bell or gong ring it once to get the attention of the gods. Bow twice, think of your wish or prayer, clap twice loudly, and bow one last time. This is almost universal, but occasionally you'll find different variations. For example, at Izumo Taisha, the oldest shrine in Japan and the original home of the gods, you should clap four times instead of twice.

You can also buy charms at shrines/temples that offer protection for various things, such as health care, family safety, traffic safety, business success, educational success, success in love, and more. You shouldn't ever open the charms. Not only will they not work anymore, but it's very disrespectful to the god associated with that particular charm.

I've made mistakes at almost every step, although I haven't opened a charm at least, and I've never been yelled at or kicked out of a shrine. People are usually very forgiving to foreigners. They know that we aren't Japanese and might not know the proper forms. As long as you are respectful everything should be fine. Personally, I don't usually pray at the shrines or temples I visit. Japanese people I've talked to have said that it doesn't matter what religion you are; the gods won't be offended. I feel uncomfortable because I'm going through the motions without really believing. I feel like I'm disrespecting the gods by asking them for things when I don't really worship or believe in them even though the Japanese say the gods don't care. I wonder what a good balance is?

Video killed the radio star

We live in the age of the internet, and the internet has created a new age of communication. We're deciding the rules as we go, and in a lot of ways it's exciting. This is a whole new medium. I can read a forum post and the punctuation, capitalization, use of smiley faces, use of lolspeak or l33tspeak can all add a peculiar tone. It's hard to explain.

I've mentioned it to some people, about a Facebook message sounding abrupt, or a forum post coming across as snarky, but sometimes they just don't see it, and when I try to explain it things get complicated. "Can't you see how they punctuated this? How sarcastic the army of winking faces are? It's practically screaming attitude." Since the medium is still evolving things aren't black and white, but I love the evolution.

Things started out with smiley faces. Simple but useful emoticons that were able to convey when people were joking, when they were angry, and most importantly when they were being sarcastic. Sarcasm is still almost impossible to detect over a screen, and considering how prevalent it is in English it's pretty important to find a way to make it understandable without facial expressions or voice tone. Writing emails or forum posts was hell for people whose humor relied on sarcasm, but smiley faces made things easier.

Things continued to evolve past smiley faces. Use of punctuation or capitalization began to be used strategically to affect tone. People began to develop "dialects" based on where they frequented online. Avatars became popular, and two separate movements started; keeping the same avatar to be recognizable or using different avatars based on mood or atmosphere. Memes proliferated, and soon the use of a meme could add a new flavor to a conversation based on the meme, almost like internet-wide inside jokes. Lolcats, macros, and gifs started to become popular. Here's a way to put a face to a feeling or thought! Captain Picard is face-palming so this means X, Kanye is clapping so that means Y. Macros also became a way of bonding. Forum threads occasionally degenerate into macro sharefests when people with the same taste in movies or TV meet online. Thus macros can be used as peace offerings or a method of calming down an incensed thread with a subject change. In non-textual conversations it's unnecessary and impossible to hold up a clip of a kitten being tickled to show how happy you are, and yet that's the way we are communicating online. I wonder, sometimes, if we're moving towards an international language that can transcend different mother tongues.

I think one of the most interesting parts of internet communication is that social boundary lines are being redrawn. Ten years ago using a smiley face in a work related email would have been unthinkable but now it's not as taboo. Other boundaries are blurrier, and more difficult to define. We live in an age where social sites abound. Some people see no difference in referencing on Facebook what happened on Twitter, or mentioning a forum post on a separate blog. Other people view these things as compartments, like keeping private and work life separate. We're all in a state of flux right now as these new social structures are being created, and it's incredibly exciting. What are your thoughts on internet communication?

Being a stranger in a strange land

I would say that one of the most difficult parts of living in a foreign country is getting sick. Japan's attitude towards things like colds and the flu is fairly different from the attitude most of us foreigners grow up with. I want to be clear; this isn't a bad thing. I'm not saying that Japanese healthcare attitudes are inferior or superior to other systems. I'm just saying that they're different.

If you get sick in Japan, you are expected to wear a mask. This is something that most foreigners, myself included, have trouble with. Masks are uncomfortable! Even the best-fitting mask is restrictive, and if you wear glasses get used to them fogging up every fifteen seconds. Also, the benefit of wearing a mask once the wearer is showing symptoms is pretty much nil. The contagious period of illness is before and after the person is visibly sick, right? So wearing a mask during periods of obvious sickness only serves as a placebo in terms of reducing illness. The only benefit that I can see is that if you see a person wearing a mask you're more aware of them and therefore more likely to wash your hands, drink vitamin C, and eat lots of vegetables. Otherwise, it seems like a lot of hassle for very little return. Some foreigners refuse to wear masks unless they're forced. Some only wear them when they're coughing up a lung. I personally refuse to wear them when I have allergies, because no one can catch my allergies and I'm not wearing masks for two weeks straight every few months. Everyone has to find their own personal mask method.

One of the things I hate most about wearing a mask is being unable to blow my nose. Actually, that shouldn't be a problem in Japan. Unlike the US, where we are encouraged to blow our noses and get it out of our systems instead of sniffing for three hours straight Japan is the polar opposite. Blowing one's nose is considered very, very rude. During cold and flu season every office is a symphony of sniffing, horking, and other noises. This makes my teeth itch, because it sounds so gross! I have to go to the bathroom to blow my nose when I'm at the BOE, and if I'm at a school I don't blow my nose at all because even the bathrooms aren't private enough for my shameful habit. I also end up feeling nauseous due to snorting all the gook back into my body. I've considered taking sick days just so that I can blow my nose to my heart's content in the privacy of my own home. I don't, because I would feel like a lazy bum. It's tempting, though!

Finally, there's one thing that tends to cause cognitive dissonance in almost every foreigner I've met: Japanese people go to the doctor and get specially prescribed medicine for colds and mild cases of the flu. Having grown up in an environment where you are taught at a young age that there are no medicines that can help a cold it's horribly frustrating to be told by your boss to walk down to the doctor and pay 20 bucks for some pills you know won't do anything. It hits buttons in the independent sector of my brain. I am an adult who knows how to care for my own body. If I catch a cold I drink orange juice and rest. I can decide for myself if I need to go to the doctor. Except in Japan, apparently I can't. For the record, this might be ALT specific as opposed to a practice throughout Japanese culture because ALTs are often viewed as commodities. For example, an ALT has come forward on the forums saying that their BOE has forbidden them from buying a car or driving in their free time on the threat of terminating their contract. It appalls me that this isn't being viewed as a violation of human rights. We are adults! Even if there were statistics of how much more often ALTs get into traffic accidents compared to their Japanese counterparts (there aren't) the answer isn't to restrict our non-working lives. Make us pay higher insurance premiums, but don't ever tell us we aren't allowed to do something because we are difficult or expensive to replace, and I'm saying this as an ALT who doesn't even drive.

It makes me nervous that we aren't allowed to have agency in our own lives here in Japan. There is a huge difference between saying "you must go to a doctor because I know better than you simply because I am Japanese and you are foreign" and "I would suggest you go to a doctor, but you're a grown person so if you choose not to that's your choice." It may be a stupid choice, or it may be a smart choice. In any case, it should be our choice as autonomous adults. I don't see it being a valid argument to say "oh, but they just want you to get better faster so that you can go back to class sooner since you're such a valuable commodity." If I have to take sick leave it comes out of my number of sick leave days, thus motivating me to take good care of myself and get better sooner rather than later. I am not a thing that needs to be prepped for optimum performance at the expense of my free will.

I'll expand on this more in later entries, but suffice it to say that choice is a huge part of being human. When higher-ups take that away and treat us like robots or children we start to seriously question the wisdom of what we are being ordered to do. A dubious management move to say the least.

It’s a little bit high school baby goth, but at least it’s better than tablecloth

Progress has been made in the shirt that I've been mentioning for the last million years, and it's taught me a little bit about my creative process.

As I've mentioned before, I live on an island. Usually, this is great. I love my island. I wouldn't have stayed on for more than a year if I hadn't hit the jackpot in terms of placements. But in terms of getting cloth? Well, you're a little bit handicapped. This wouldn't really be a big problem, except I've realized that a good chunk of my creative process is seeing cloth and deciding what to do with it. I decided to make the fish bag because I saw that gorgeous blue cloth and thought it looked like water. I decided to make the vampire because I bought black cloth. But I couldn't find anything good for a shirt. I settled on orange gingham, but I just wasn't feeling it. It reminded me too much of those plastic tablecloths you use for picnics back home. The ones that are pretty much fancy tarps? Yeah.

Well, fatefully there was a sale on fabric at the local supermarket the other day! They often have random sales where people from the mainland bring in a huge selection of some random thing. Two weeks ago it was sharp, pointy tools of all kinds. Last week it was discounted handbags. Apparently this week is sewing accoutrements. Unfortunately, the selection was still pretty dismal unless you wanted to look like your grandmother's couch. I found this one deep red fabric that I liked at first glance, but when I looked at it more closely I realized that it was suede on one side. Whoops. Ok, not going to choose that fabric. I circled the table again and again. Maybe I'd overlooked something? Maybe the third time I looked something would jump out.

Eventually I found something passable. A black fabric with little pink hearts printed all over it that reminded me of the goth Hello Kitty phase that some friends of mine went through in high school. I'm not a huge fan of it, but I can see it being a shirt much more than the orange gingham. I'm happy that I found it, but I'm also a little down. This is going to continue being a stumbling block, and I'm not exactly sure how to get around it.

There are solutions, of course, but all of them have cons. For example, my parents have offered to go to Joanne's Fabric, buy, and send me fabric I chose on their website. That would be great except it would be a pain for my parents. I could always order online here in Japan and have stuff shipped. That's the M.O. for most of the island residents anyway. But websites aren't easy to navigate in Japanese, and the payment options can get pretty funky. For example, doing a bank transfer and then finding out that none of the banks on my island support that kind of transfer, argh. I've looked online at some places abroad, but none of the ones I've found ship internationally without emailing back and forth to decide on rates, which is inconvenient. Finally, none of these options allow me to touch the fabric, and I'm a very tactile person. If anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear them! I've got this feeling that I'm missing something really obvious that everyone else already knows, so please, enlighten me!

The baby vampire is going well. I'm a little over half done with his cape. It's turned into a bit of a pimp cape and I'm not sure how I feel about it. After I finish the cape I'll be moving on to the background, which I've decided to do in Bokhara couching. I'm thinking of adding a jack o' lantern and a creepy tree to the front, sort of Nightmare Before Christmas style. Thoughts?

Don’t give me what I want, give me what I need

I got my new embroidery books last night. I don't know what I'd do in Japan without Amazon.co.jp. I ordered those books what, five days ago and they're already here? Very nice. Anyway, on to the books.

The books are 18^th Century Embroidery Techniques, 19^th Century Embroidery Techniques, and Beginner's Guide to Goldwork, but my first reaction was disappointment. I flipped through the 19^th century embroidery techniques book (and it was full of history! Pictures of canvas embroidery! Pictures of the sewing kits used in the 19^th century! It isn't a technique book at all. Obviously, the 18^th century book is the same. Why, oh why did I buy these books, I lamented. I'm not interested in the historical aspects of embroidery! While the door isn't closed on costuming, I'm not currently interested in it. As nice as it is to look at a picture of an embroidered muslin dress from the 1800s I don't feel the need to try to recreate the dress. What a waste of money. The goldwork book looks more useful, but the first section of it talks about how goldwork is made to be displayed, since the gold tarnishes and flakes if used or washed. Well, that doesn't work for me at all! As I stated before I don't like doing things that are purely for display. None of these books are useful to me at all!

I continued to flip through the books dispiritedly. Maybe there isn't any point, I thought. Maybe if you're interested in embroidery you have to get into the historical and religious stuff. Maybe there isn't a way to do embroidery without going through preordained paths. Suddenly something caught my eye in the 19^th Century book; a detailed description and definition of couching, something I'd been wondering about for a while now. It also went into detail about something even more useful to me, when and why you should use couching. I hadn't yet figured out exactly what the point of couching was, and here's this book telling me straight out! It got me thinking about what the principal of Southside said about the value of knowing where things come from. If you don't know where something came from then you can't really wrap your head around it sufficiently. You'll either spend time reinventing the wheel or you'll have gaping holes in your knowledge. If you look at the fish and the vampire I've used Bokhara and Roumanian couching, but I had no idea what made them couching as opposed to something else. I was like a kid mindlessly repeating something from a song in a foreign language with no understanding of what the words meant.

I chose those books because they were highly recommended by Mary Colbert and I thought they were technique books. If I had known what the books were about ahead of time I would have bought technique books instead, because that's what I wanted. I wanted new techniques so that I could sew new things. That's not what I need, though. I need to understand the fundamentals of this craft. I need to understand why you do a certain stitch here instead of there, and why such and such is used instead of this other thing. It's doesn't give immediate gratification like a technique book would, but it's more useful in the long run. Contrary to yesterday I'm quite happy to have these books now.

It's actually pretty lucky. If they had been technique books I would be all inspired to start a new project despite being in the middle of the baby vampire. It would have taken all of the enjoyment out of the current project and made me rush. So this whole thing has been a blessing in disguise! Baby Vampire says "blehhhh, thanks for not rushing me and screwing something up in the 11^th hour, blehhhhhh. All things happen for a reason.

Why should I waste my time doing this?

This is what I hear most of my students saying. Why should I waste my time learning English? I'll never use it! How many times did we lament the same way in our classes? Why do I have to dissect a frog, we would cry, when we're never going to become scientists? We would moan about the iambic pentameter, the algebra, and the mandatory vocabulary tests. Why do we have to do this? We're never going to use it! It's the rule of school. Unfortunately there's a lot more out working against learning English in Japan than just academic ennui.

There's pressure on a lot of kids not to do well at English. If you do well at English you'll leave. You'll go to a university far away. You'll get a job in a big city. You won't stay in this little town, on this little island, in this little prefecture. There's also a belief that many of my kids subscribe to that getting better at English will take away part of their Japanese-ness, and this is something that I have real difficulty with. I don't want to make any kid have to choose between his culture and his grade point average. I don't want any kid to feel like if I encourage them to study or use English it's because I want to take away part of their personal self. In the West we don't have a parallel. We don't lose anything by learning another language. We've got the opposite image where we add to ourselves by learning another language.

I saw a poster advertising a kendo tournament at the conbini the other day. It said in Japanese 剣道をすると、日本の心も育てて, or "nourish your Japanese spirit by doing kendo." Studying English takes away from the Japanese spirit, and kendo nourishes it. I have a student in the second grade of Westside. He's in the kendo club, but he always greeted me in English. He wasn't the best student, but he was enthusiastic and generally put in a fair amount of effort. In the last few months, though, he's changed. He refuses to greet properly during English class or answer any questions in English. He understands the questions and will answer them perfectly… in Japanese. I was confused. What would cause such a change? He isn't hostile or fishing for attention. He just refuses to speak any word in English. His class is a chorus of "hellos" and one loud "Ohayou!"

Then I saw a picture in the back of their classroom. A huge sports tournament had been held a couple of weeks ago, and Westside had taken many first place ribbons. The kendo team in particular had done very well, because there was a picture of little Mr. No English Even In English Class in his kendo uniform holding a plaque covered with ribbons and smiling so hard it looked like the top of his head was going to fall off. I doubt his kendo coach told him not to speak any English or anything like that, but I wonder if the boy himself decided that in order to take his kendo training to the next level he had to remove all non-Japanese influences. He's a bright kid, so in any case it makes me a little sad. Not that he's deciding to focus on kendo instead of English or anything, but that this is a culture where you have to choose at all.

I wonder if making foreign language study more of an open choice rather than just English would help. Maybe if kids could choose between English, Chinese, Korean, and French (since so many girls get obsessed about learning French so they can open their own patisserie) there would be more openness. Maybe if the kids had more agency in what non-Japanese thing was entering into their minds they'd be less armored against it.

In the end, it's a problem with deep, deep roots. In the West we're encouraged to learn new languages to get better jobs, to widen our minds, and to make it possible to travel to foreign countries and really communicate with people. Even though English is widely spoken we're encouraged to learn other languages because we might someday meet someone who doesn't speak English or live somewhere where people don't speak English. As most ALTs know, it's possible to live in Japan with almost no command of the language, but it's sure a lot easier if you speak Japanese. I don't know what reason the kids are being given for learning English, or if they're even being given a reason. I only teach in elementary and junior high school, so it may very well be addressed in high school. Kids aren't stupid, and if they're given a good reason for doing something as opposed to "because I said so" then they're more likely to apply themselves. Unfortunately, that still doesn't address the problem where applying themselves to a foreign language hurts their cultural identity. It's a vicious circle.

Happy Shiny People Holding Hands

Man, that title makes me think of listening to that song in the car with my parents and sisters. I loved R.E.M. so much when I was little, and I thought that "Shiny Happy People" was the happiest song in the world. R.E.M., the Grateful Dead, Talking Heads, that is some good music right there. I encourage everyone to listen to that song to get in the mood for this entry, because this entry is all about the good! And then listen to Fire On The Mountain , because that's a great song, too.

Something that orangepeeleater and I talk about a lot is how easy it is to get into a downward spiral of complaining about living in Japan or being an ALT. It's so easy to point to all of the obnoxious things about living in a culture foreign to your own and working with people who tend to treat you like an overgrown child most of the time. It's easy for foreigners in Japan, not just ALTs but any foreigners, to get into venting loops. It's cathartic because it really can be difficult living here and it can be almost therapeutic to let out the stress of being laughed at because you're wearing a short sleeved shirt instead of a long sleeved shirt or whatever. It's not as easy to point out the good things, or be forgiving, or think of solutions. Orangepeeleater and I both feel very lucky for living in a place where people tend to focus more on the positive. This is a group of people who listen to the negative, sympathize, and then move on to talking through solutions instead of just falling back on more complaining. It's a very good place to be, and it's important to acknowledge that.

There are pros and cons to everything, of course, but the pros definitely outweigh the cons! As I've mentioned before, I live on an island in the middle of the sea. This means that I'm separated from the mainland ALTs and the mainland ALT events. That's a bummer. What isn't a bummer is the incredibly close community that the island fosters. My coworkers can't drive home every weekend to hang out with their old friends; they pretty much have to make friends with people on the island. This means that I've got a very close relationship with almost all of my coworkers. It also means that I see my students outside of class pretty much all the time, and that means that my relationship with them is a lot stronger than just faces I see in school.

The kids are also generally very well-behaved here. If they act out everyone and their grandmother immediately knows about it. There also isn't as much peer pressure to act out and rebel. The kids still do, of course, but it's much more low-key than some of the stuff I've heard happens on the mainland. The con to this is that the kids aren't as motivated to study or work hard in school. This is a phenomenon that happens a lot on islands and in rural areas. Life has a different, slower rhythm here, and the kids don't have the same fire under them as the kids in a bigger city. But hey, at least they aren't pulling knives on each other.

All in all, it's a good life. I wouldn't be staying for a third year if everything was terrible, and I don't want to give that impression with entries like one on sexual harassment. There are problems, yes, but the problems don't overshadow everything else. I wrote the sexual harassment piece because the reasoning someone was giving on another forum for not believing people's stories of harassment was that he hadn't hear any accounts personally, so if someone does say something it's a lie. I didn't write it because every day here is like walking through a sea of harassment.

Today is a great day. I got a hug from my favorite JHS student, a girl I may have mentioned before who has been bullied for years. She loves English and listens to English music in her free time. She, and the other kids like her, are the reason this job is amazing. They are the reason I'm staying a third year, and they are why I feel like Shiny Happy People almost all the time.

I was working in the lab late one night Part 2

Here's the second part of the baby vampire. The gradual filling.

HCC=Heavy Chain Stitch, SS=Satin Stitch, RC=Roumanian Couching, CS=Cretan Stitch, L&SSS=Long & Short Stitch Shading

The ears, eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth, buttons, and cloak collar will be filled using the satin stitch. I suggest doing this first for a couple of reasons. First, I find it very easy to work around areas that have been filled with the satin stitch. There's almost no chance of catching bits of thread and snagging them since the satin stitch lies very flat. Second, it's the stitch that takes the longest to do. If you get it out of the way first when you're still fresh you're less likely to rush through it when you're so close to finishing and making a mess of it.




The eyebrows, eyes, nose, buttons, should be done in black. Make sure you have good light because otherwise it's going to be very difficult to see what you're doing. The mouth will also be done in black with the teeth obviously being done in white and the tongue in red. The ears will be done in white and the cloak color in a dark burgundy/wine color. I would suggest leaving the collar for last because although it's the largest area it's also going to be the easiest to do. I'm a big fan of getting the little fiddly stuff done first because you're more likely to pay attention and not make silly mistakes. The satin stitch is also fairly forgiving, so it's relaxing to start with that before moving on to couching, which is a less forgiving stitch.

The skin will be filled using Roumanian Couching in white. Roumanian Couching is a much smoother stitch than the Bokhara Couching used on the fish. I didn't want Laurence to have bumps all over his face because he's supposed to be a cute vampire. The most important thing to keep an eye on for the face is taking your time and working very carefully around the facial features. Fill in his hands, feet, and neck the same way.

Next, I suggest doing the hair, which will be filled using the heavy chain stitch in black. Decide where you're going to part his hair and draw that in using a charcoal pencil, because you're actually going to be able to work that in there using the stitch. The heavy chain stitch is quite raised compared to the satin stitch and Roumanian couching, so this will provide a nice three dimensional effect to the face.

After the skin is done move on to his clothes in the Cretan Stitch. Definitely take time mapping out the lines for this stitch. You don't want to get some good momentum going just to find out that you've literally sewed yourself into a corner and now you've got a franken-suit.

I've saved the most fun part for last. The Long and Short Stitch Shading of the cape! It's going to be gorgeous. I've been inspired. You see, I realized I had a slight problem with my original plan for doing the long and short stitch shading for the cape. This is my first time doing the long and short stitch shading, and the instructional video focused on an area about an inch long. The cape is a teensy bit longer than just an inch! Whatever shall we do? And then I had my epiphany. Just do a consistently repeating shading going from darker reds to lighter to darker to lighter until the end of the cape! It'll hopefully give an illusion of movement, but at the very least it'll draw the eye. In any case, it'll be a great opportunity for lots of practice. So let's get cracking!

I’m breakin’ dishes up in here

A hot topic has been brought up lately, namely sexual harassment in Japan, specifically in the schools. And I am appalled at the victim blaming and misogyny being displayed by both men and women. It is absolutely unbelievable that something as simple as "don't touch me without my permission" is apparently asking too much, being oversensitive, or deliberately stressing yourself out. It seems that expecting people, kids and adults, to refrain from making sexual comments in the workplace or during class is oppressive. Oh, and the ever popular "this is my opinion so it should be yours, too. I know better than you simply because I am (usually) a man."

Let's break this down.

Not wanting to be touched is not asking too much. If you are ok with being touched by your coworkers or your students, then more power to you, but no one should ever be made to feel guilty or wrong because they don't want to be touched. Didn't we learn this from Sesame Street? That it's your body and you have the right to decide who has access to it? Why is it so difficult now? Oh, that kid slapped you on the butt? Well, he's just being a kid, he didn't know any better. Oh, that middle-aged man grabbed you and you didn't like it? Well, he probably heard that all Americans/foreigners are touchy-feely so he thought it was ok. You should cut him some slack.

Japan is not a touchy-feely culture. In the rural areas, the inaka, you don't even see boyfriends and girlfriends holding hands. There is some touching between friends up to junior high school, but that touching very, very rarely crosses into touching teachers. Japan is not France, where you are greeted by kisses. It's not a highly physical culture, and I think it's dangerous to foster a standard where foreigners are walking playthings that can be touched anywhere and anytime. What's cute from a seven year old is pushing lines as a JHS student and completely over the line in high school. There is nothing wrong with enforcing boundaries. That's part of our job anyway, isn't it? To foster internationalization and tolerance? To broaden horizons? Oh, and to teach kids? Teachers in the West and the East aren't just supposed to be there to teach that 2+2=4. There's a reason that moral education classes are in the schedule.

This obviously carries over into inappropriate comments, as well. This line is blurrier, I think, because it's easy to dismiss a lot of questions as curiosity and cultural differences in terms of what it's ok to ask and not to ask. Sure, in your home country you would never ask a complete stranger what her bra size is, but maybe in Japan it's different. In China it isn't taboo to talk about salaries whereas in the US that's considered pretty gauche. But there is a difference between asking how old someone is and when they first had sex, and you aren't making waves or being an attention seeker by refusing to capitulate. You are standing up for your rights. I speak Japanese and I've never heard fellow Japanese teachers asked the same kind of questions that I've been asked. I've never heard kids yell anything provocative at their Japanese teachers, whereas I've had kids yell "Sexy" at me and one boy in particular is constantly bugging his friends to try to kiss me in class. Considering all I know about Japanese culture I've got to conclude that there's a double-standard here, and that it isn't being priggish to ask for the same respect from the students that our Japanese counterparts receive.

Finally, I'm sick and tired of people saying "I'm ok with X so I don't understand why you aren't" as if that's actually a real argument. So, because you're ok with being slapped on the butt you can't conceive of someone else not being ok with it? I can understand you being ok with it, why can't you understand why I'm not? Women are constantly told to protect themselves better, but when we take those steps (dressing more conservatively, asking people not to touch us without our permission, trying to get away from people who don't respect our boundaries) we are almost always torn down anyway. We're called cold bitches, oversensitive, and rude. "But why," is the affronted question. "I'm a nice person!" The thing is, and this is what I want people to realize: we don't know if you're a nice person. Molesters, harassers, and rapists don't give you a little card saying that they're sketchballs. There usually aren't easy to read signs. So the only way to really protect ourselves is to enforce simple boundaries like "don't grab my breasts/thighs/ass/etc." It makes me incredibly sad that expecting other human beings to respect those boundaries is apparently too much to ask.

I'd like to end with one more thing. Those of us who have these boundaries? We still have brains. We can work off of context. Of course there's a difference between a 10 year old and a 16 year old grabbing you. Of course there's a difference between a kid yelling "naisu basuto" for attention and a middle aged coworker sleezing it at you during a work party. We don't fly off the handle over every little thing. There is actually this thing called a middle ground where we pick and choose our battles as opposed to jumping onto our soapboxes every five minutes. So please, give us the respect that we give you. Don't treat our bodies as public property that anyone has access to. Don't say things to us when we've just met that you wouldn't say to your mother. And don't tell us how we should feel because we're so stupid and you're so smart. It's that simple.

You can hear the voice of light from high up in the sky

Welcome to music festival season here in Japan. Well, the end of music festival season, in any case. Ever wonder why Japanese people are so great at karaoke? Well, wonder no more. Every child in Japan from elementary school on is drilled relentlessly in singing. Complicated singing. "Breaking things up into parts" singing. "Sounding like perfect little choir angels without a ringer in the bunch" singing. It's a little intimidating.

Last year the music festival was cancelled thanks to swine flu rampaging throughout the island. There was some talk of stopping the ferries and quarantining the island. Parents and teachers were afraid that getting all the kids together into one place to sing would cause every kid on the entire island to catch the flu instantaneously, so no festival for us. Of course, every kid caught the flu at least twice anyway, but not for lack of trying. Anyway, all this is leading up to how much everyone, ALTs included, was looking forward to the music festival.

The elementary school concert was in the morning, and the junior high school concert was in the afternoon. Settling in to listen to the little kids I prepared myself for the kind of singing we had in elementary school back in the US. More enthusiastic than on key. Simple songs where we all sang the melody without breaking into soprano, alto, tenor, and bass sections. Boy was I in for a surprise.

Maybe it was due to the festival being cancelled last year which led teachers to really go all out. Maybe it was just luck to have good singers. Maybe the song choices were better. In any case, they sounded amazing. Highlights of the elementary school sets:

• One school singing a song all in English with perfectly executed sign language during the chorus
  
• Kids swaying so enthusiastically (and out of synch with each other) to the music that they practically knocked each other off the risers
  
• COSMOS, the song in the title. Try listening to that without getting it stuck in your head forever and liking it
  
• One school doing an amazing all-instrumental jazz set
  

It was mind-blowing. And then the junior high schools! I still can't believe how good these kids sound. Highlights:

• Amazing soprano solo from the campiest boy at the Concrete Jungle
  
• The stage almost collapsing when Westside's 188 students all tramped up there to sing.
  
• COSMOS again!
  
• The stage creaking even more alarmingly when Southside's 100+ students immediately clambered on after Westside. I think everyone in the audience was holding their breath.
  
• Getting harassed by the twelve- and thirteen-year-old Westside girls to take pictures of the boys they have crushes on.
  

But the biggest highlight for me was getting a smile from the painfully shy, often bullied girl at Southside when she got on stage with her school. It only lasted a second before she went back to looking like she was going to cry, but it's better than nothing.

The ALTs were almost unable to go to the music festival, actually. We had been scheduled with JHS classes during the elementary school concert and elementary classes during the JHS section. Every other teacher on the island was going to this event, but we were going to miss the whole thing. If I was a first-year ALT that's what would have happened. It's very difficult to challenge your own schedule. ALTs have shorter working hours than Japanese teachers, so we are usually very reluctant to make waves. But, being a third-year who speaks Japanese gave me a bit of an edge. I called around to different schools and rearranged things so that my fellow ALT and I could go to the event.

At the event I made the usual comments about how certain schools did much better this year than two years ago at the last festival. I was mobbed by students who were happy to see me and asked me how they sang. And I heard the usual surprised comments that I mentioned in the "Everybody's gonna love today" entry. Surprise that I remembered how a school did two years ago. Surprise that I knew the name of the soprano soloist boy from the Concrete Jungle. Surprise that the kids were actually happy to see me. Surprise that I would be interested in hearing the kids sing since it's not directly related to English.

I'm starting to wonder if there's some previous ALT in the deep dark past of this island who was really off-putting or something. There's got to be a reason for this level of surprise, right? Because enjoying listening to the kids you teach every week make beautiful music should not be that shocking.