Wednesday January 24, 1990
The temperature finally dipped below freezing and snowed and snowed and snowed. Beginning yesterday and all this morning, the snow swirled around, but the ground was too warm and it didn't stick. Now suddenly it is sticking and Kamegawa is being transformed. After 5th period, I went out with class 2-1 and we had a snowball fight.
The snow is fun, but our unheated classrooms are freezing, literally. We each wear three sweaters to school. I get disapproving glances for wearing my muffler in the staff room which I ignore. Sometimes pretending to be the ignorant, insensitive foreigner is a gift. The other women teachers get by with silk or wool scarves. In the English conversation classes that I have in the old building, I let the students put their coats on. This is strictly against the rules, but I don't care. I can't teach and they can't learn because we can't think when we're this cold. All they do is mutter "samui, samui". So we all put on our coats, knowing that the principle never comes into the third floor of the shabby old building.
Posted by M Sinclair Stevens
January 24, 1990
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This is the old home of our director and the original school. It is abandoned now, but a pleasant place to escape to. I don't come here as often as I would like, because I get too many questions about why I'm poking around.