Friday August 4, 1989
Today we meet Murakami-sense, who has come up to Tokyo from our school in Oita to escort us back. The 25 JETs employed by in public schools are all going to Oita together. But there are several of us "odd men out" who are employed by private schools, which have made separate arrangements for us.
Murakami-sensei seems nice enough, but slightly nervous. When we introduced ourselves, I bowed, she extended her hand; then I extended my hand and she bowed. I have to work to catch her English, and I feel bad when I can't understand her since she is the head English teacher at my school, and is frustrated and embarrased when we aren't communicating.
She offered to take JQS on a site-seeing trip in the afternoon, which was nice of her. I expected her to go off on her own, but she signed them both up for some kind of tour. On arriving home, JQS reports, that despite many warnings from tour guide, Murakami-sensei did not make it back to the bus on time and they ended up taking the subway home.
Tokyo site-seeing trip ends in failure. Meeting Murakami-sensei.