(...it's 7-11). Some very interesting stories elsewhere today.
JETanuki muses on how his English language club has become a refuge for students who don't fit in other clubs. They don't like English, but they have to belong to something, because to belong to nothing in Japan is the worst fate of all--even worse than English. Scroll down to the Jul 9 And you are? entry.
Over at Pure Land Mountain, Robert Brady waxes poetic on the delights of the older generation in his July 10 column At the Clinic. If you read nothing else today, read this entry.
Thursday July 11, 1991
08:30 The teachers are busy doing final reports so today and tomorrow are sports meet. All my classes are cancelled. Rachel and I talk in the gym. She plays basketball on class 3-1's team. I mail a letter to DI and get lunch at Toyomi. I videotape the students hanging out, the teachers making reports. Do my reports. Clean out my desk. Today is the first day that there's a thermos of mugicha in the staff room. And not a moment too soon.
17:00 Ride bicycle downtown. Return video. Price pig alarm clocks. Take bath at Takegawara onsen.
20:20 Get home. Practice calligraphy and listen to the CD I rented: Technotronic.
22:00 M2 and Ray Langley show up with M2's boxes. It's hard to say goodbye to M2 even though I know I'll see her in two weeks. I explain, to Ray mostly, that M2 and I wouldn't be such good friends if she weren't going back to Austin.
"How's that?" M2 asked, somewhat surprised.
"I wouldn't have let myself get so close to you."
"Oh. We'd be good acquaintances."
I nod.
23:00 They leave and I go to bed.
Posted by M Sinclair Stevens
July 11, 2002
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