<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:44:27.989+09:00</updated><category term='curry'/><category term='weird food'/><category term='earthquakes'/><category term='ears'/><category term='foreigner'/><category term='okinawa'/><category term='japanese doctors'/><category term='teaching in japan'/><category term='japan'/><category term='faux pas'/><category term='JET'/><category term='fun'/><category term='geneal sillyness'/><category term='coworkers'/><category term='bathrooms'/><title type='text'>36 Views of Okinawa-Jima</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-7310175366474072661</id><published>2009-10-14T05:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:59:55.018+09:00</updated><title type='text'>update on my surgery- notes from my hospital bed</title><content type='html'>I am A-OK after surgery. apparently  the cholesteatoma was very small, think like a pearl- then a bit smaller. and it didnt destroy any ossicles, so they didnt have to repair any of the hearing bones. Which is really good because none of the drs seemed very positive about me regaining hearing if they did. &lt;br&gt;This morning was funny because I never saw my doc, just the one who didn&amp;#39;t want to operate on me. He told me not to worry but I hadn&amp;#39;t, until I saw him. He is a queer fellow. Anyhow we were all relieved when we found out my fever had gone down because last night I was running a 37.7 Celcius temp and the nurse said that disqualifed me from surgery. &lt;br&gt;Today, when I was in surgery, the hospital called jon because they wanted him to sign a form saying they could use this other type ofbond made from blood. I guess it was really scary for him because he had 2 missed calls from people from my board of education.What else... oh, so they moved me into another room today while I was in surgery. Not sure why. But now I have one of the beds by the window instead of by the door and the hall. my curtain didnt close all the way last night so it was hard to sleep with the hall light peering in. &lt;br&gt;I look absolutely ridiculous in this bandage. hopefully u can see a picture so u can laugh. some of my hair is below the bandage, and above. I feel a bit like a tranny or Bret Michaels or Axle rose with a bandana on. Ew I just had to leave my room because the woman next to me just puked all over and it smelled pretty bad.&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah so at 3, the time they said I could walk at (even though I was out for longer than expected) I looked for my shoes only not to find them anywhere- not in the locker, the cupboard, or under the bed. Very strange Jon and I thought, so we asked the nurses, who checked the same places we did, and my old room. Still nothing. We started to think we would never see my flip flops again.But finally, from who knows where (and who knows how to ask where) the nurse returned with my shoes and slippers.&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, I am on an IV til tomorrow and the doc said as long as I dont have pain I can leave Friday. Yay! I want nothing more than to get out! Everyone stares at me here. I was served a dinner of rice soup (think Elmers glue), mystery soup (but slightly edible) and what tasted like Ensure. Oh I almost forgot the Yakult (yogurt drink). That had a funny flavor but Im not sure if my tastebuds are screwy yet. Maybe when Jon comes back with some french fries I will know.&lt;br&gt;The nurses scratched my tongue and mouth either putting in or taking out the oxygen tube so that is a little annoying. but oh well. So far the worst part was the catheter and the first IV, which the nurse put in my left hand. Such a pain. &lt;p&gt;please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:nekohoshi23@ezweb.ne.jp"&gt;nekohoshi23@ezweb.ne.jp&lt;/a&gt; if you want to talk to me. Id love to here from anyone. The time in here goes slowly.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure I will write more later too but for now I&amp;#39;m going to try to get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-7310175366474072661?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/7310175366474072661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=7310175366474072661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/7310175366474072661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/7310175366474072661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-my-surgery-notes-from-my.html' title='update on my surgery- notes from my hospital bed'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-543617165757638654</id><published>2009-10-04T19:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:30:52.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas (and not just in my dreams)!</title><content type='html'>Ok, we got our tickets to come home for the holidays! We'll be home from December 19th to January 8th. We wanted to go to Hong Kong on the way, but the travel agency employee told us it would be very expensive and that we couldn't do that without coming back to Okinawa. So, we're just coming home, but that's ok. Maybe we'll get to take a trip while we're in California, at least to Big Bear or something. And I'm pretty sure we're going to Disneyland for my birthday, so that'll be fun! Anyhow, Friends and Family, mark your calendars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-543617165757638654?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/543617165757638654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=543617165757638654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/543617165757638654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/543617165757638654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-home-for-christmas-and-not-just.html' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas (and not just in my dreams)!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1561072132268116007</id><published>2009-08-30T22:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:27:15.842+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been fun lately, nanoni I must see another doctor.</title><content type='html'>"nanoni" means 'in spite of' or 'although'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm learning a bit more Japanese. I hope this will continue as my last year here speeds by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was lotsa fun! Friday night we took Dan, our new adopted bachelor (Ollie got a girlfriend), to Sam's Anchor Inn, a teppanyaki place in Ginowan and had a super delicious meal with the best steak I've had on the island. Then we walked around KokusaiDori- the international street in Naha, went to Rehab- the international bar, Starbucks- it was late, and saw a a sweet ride- a pearl white scooter named Jasmine with blue running lights and a sick paintjob (this description is one its owner would give, could he speak English). Saturday night we went to a birthday barbecue for our new friend ReBekha in Mibaru Beach. We brought "found" (we'll say) wood for a bonfire and made s'mores! We had lots of fun, ended the night with a trip to Mac, and got home at 4am. Then today we went to the zoo with Ollie and his girlfriend, Mariko. I thought I was going to die because of the crazy was Okinawans drive, but I only got a bit carsick, and only once. We saw lots of animals at the zoo though, which was great, even though it was really hot and rained when we first got there (but gave us a chance to eat some lunch at Wendy's- the only one on the island). For some reason, all the turtles were fornicating... Then we went to dinner with Dan at the Southern Hill Izakaya for some California style sushi and other tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mentioned all the fun we had, I must now say that the weekend started with my return to the doctor I saw last week for a follow up only to find that he wasn't sure what was going on in my ear anymore and decided that I need a second opinion from the specialist at the best hospital on the island- University of the Ryukyus. So I will go Thursday (not sure why they will see me on an Okinawan holiday) to see what the next step(s) will be. I can't wait to regain hearing in my right ear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1561072132268116007?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1561072132268116007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1561072132268116007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1561072132268116007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1561072132268116007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-fun-lately-nanoni-i-must-see.html' title='It&apos;s been fun lately, nanoni I must see another doctor.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8031323683626309862</id><published>2009-08-27T08:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:58:58.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>Today I had my first day at Sashiki Chugakko, the junior high school I will be going to just one day a week for this term and next. At first I was very bothered by the fact that just yesterday my supervisor told me to go to the school alone and find Mr. Hateruma, and this teacher wasn’t here. This was after I couldn’t find the school because it wasn’t quite where I was told it was. One of the office ladies directed me to “Reanna sensei’s desk” and told me to “sit here” and wait for another teacher who would speak with me. When I sat down, I found a letter Reanna had written so I observed it and the documents she left underneath it. It told me some, but not all of what I needed to know. It also said that I could help with the other classes that take place Tuesday, but I think I need to get the hang of working at this school and with its staff before taking on any extra work. I found out that I will be teaching 1 class of 8th graders and one class of 9th graders. This pleases me because I don’t have to teach 7th graders. &lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting, the principal came in and started talking about “influenza” (they don’t say “the flu” like we do). Then he started asking teachers questions about their each grade- One of the teachers replied nana nin (seven people). I hope this doesn’t mean that seven students in the third grade are out with the flu… But it’s probably just a matter of time before we all get and become resistant to swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the teacher who I was waiting for talked to me and told me he wanted to meet with me after lunch to discuss lessons. I sat and decoded the letter and papers Reanna had left up until just before lunch when I needed to use the restroom pretty badly, and finally just asked a random teacher where it was. She walked me there (probably for lack English to give me directions). I left to meet up with Jon and Ollie for lunch at MosBurger. On my way out, some students saw me so they said hello. The teacher sitting next to them told me to introduce myself, so I did. Turns out the middle of the three was a student of mine at ESL camp from last summer when I first arrived. I remembered her because she was very genki, but she looked very different. I amazed the students and the teacher when I recalled that she played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Reanna called me just after I’d left because she was there to show me around (wish she woulda warned me), but I’ll have to come back tomorrow after lunch to meet with her. It’ll be good to have us both here at the same time, in case there is anything anyone wants me to know that they can’t tell me in English! However, I assume teachers will be very busy since it’s the first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;After lunch I was given a place to put my shoes a page to “sign in” on, and told where teachers eat lunch. Mr. Ishikawa’s English is very good so I am glad that I will be basically just working with him. He asked me to make an interesting way to introduce myself so I spruced up my power point presentation I used last year, made a quiz to go with it, and will give the students candy or stickers after the presentation for correct answers. Now I just hope they can read it! I’m going to read the questions to them, and probably the answers too, so hopefully they can recognize the things that were written down in my presentation (gotta get them used to the written alphabet and language sometime, right?).  Mr. Ishikawa said he wants them to hear as much English as I can speak to them on the first day. I’m not 100% sure what that means, but I will do my best… So much for being a tad bit shy…  Anyhow, I also learned how to use the Riso machine today, which nobody has really taught me anywhere else I’ve worked. I really hope that all of this thoroughness today means that this guy knows how to “train” a new member of his school. Then again, that could be why he has the seat next to the vice principal (he helps out with many things in the office/school). &lt;br /&gt;I also found today out that the classes Mr. Ishikawa teaches don’t follow the book. I look forward to teaching them because the book isn’t great! However, it will be a new challenge because I haven’t really done activities completely on my own before. I assume a lot of it will be the teacher telling me what kind of an activity he needs and me coming up with it on my own, or finding one on the internet if there are any available. I really liked the website I was using when I worked at Chinen Chu- not all the lessons were great, but we used many of them and they worked pretty well. I really hope this school likes me and that I like this school! Then again, I most likely won’t work here after March, but I’d like to have at least 1 day a week where my day is manageable and I feel welcome and happy at work.&lt;br /&gt;School starts here tomorrow so my first class will be on my next day here, September 1st… Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8031323683626309862?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8031323683626309862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8031323683626309862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8031323683626309862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8031323683626309862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-204912972715908841</id><published>2009-08-24T20:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:36:49.864+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokashiki Island Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, I’d like to say that this year’s trip to Tokashiki island was as fun as last years. Unfortunately I can’t say so! Jon and I prepared for this trip by purchasing a tent so we could have some privacy- the other option is to sleep outside on mats surrounded by people on all sides. I knew I couldn’t really snorkel because of my ear (the doc said I can’t submerge my head under water). The group of 30 or so JETs went on the morning ferry, but I had the wedding to go to so Jon and I caught the 4:30 marine liner (the fast ferry) to Tokashiki, Saturday afternoon. We met Ollie at the port and were on our way. When we arrived, we wanted to set up our tents, get a bit of food and start drinking (because that seems to be the best way to pass time on that little island). We accomplished our tasks and met up with Dave and Vaughn along the way. Those two quit drinking after our trip to the market (2 beers in) and Jon and I should have too. Everyone ate at the yakiniku restaurant that night, but I was sitting between two grills so I didn’t get a whole lot to eat. I did however have another 2 or 3 beers. The rest of the evening is blurry. I do remember being in the ocean, floating around in the surf (the heat and humidity were high so that was the best place to be) when my wedding and engagement rings slipped off. I stopped moving and started looking for them instantly. Rise (pronounced ree-say) went back to get a light. It was a miracle that I was able to find one ring, my engagement ring and the bigger of the two in the coral and shell pieces- the beaches there aren’t sand in the surf, it’s all former homes of animals or corals. I did not find the smaller, wedding ring. We looked for what seemed like an hour without any luck. I was sad, but realized there wasn’t much I could do. &lt;br /&gt;The next day I felt awful. I spent the morning getting all the alcohol out of my system… Jon was no better. He couldn’t even keep water down. At first we thought it was a hangover, but when 1pm rolled around and he couldn’t keep any food or water down, we realized it must be something else. I suggested getting him to the hospital (Jon’s school was closed last week due to not one but two of his students having swine flu) but the hospital was closed. Some sweet little islanders helped him by giving him ice, water, sugar, salt, a fan, and be checking on him in the shade. He ended up in the shade by a hotel because he was walking after we and Ollie had some shaved ice when Jon started hurling on the side of the path. We also met an Italian vacationer who was a rehabilitation doctor. We must have been there for 2 hours before Jon threw up everything that he had been given while there. After that I suggested we go back to the campground, because I needed to take the tent down before our bus came. Ollie got on his bus at 3 and ours left at 4:30. We got back to camp and packed up everything, but Jon was still not well. His patch had come off in the ocean the night before, so he couldn’t get insulin either. Slowly but surely we made it to the ferry and back to Okinawa. But before Jon could get off the ferry, he hurled again. Thank goodness for those little sick bags! After that he felt ok, but not great, so we got the car and Vaughn on the way because he had been double charged for his return ticket and now didn’t have enough money to ride the bus back up to Nago. We gave him some money, dropped him off at the bus terminal, and went home. On the way, we saw Dan, picked him up and took him to Geos so he could return some movies. After a long day of craziness we got home, and Jon had a bit of water, slept for a couple hours before waking up (obviously starving at this point) and thinking he might be able to eat. Finally he was able to eat and keep food down. We’re pretty sure that it was food poisoning that was the culprit of his woes! I guess if we had to choose between swine flu and food poisoning, we choose food poisoning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a recent update, a JET who was on the trip did come down with swine flu... Glad it wasn't Jon, and I feel bad for that kiddo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-204912972715908841?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/204912972715908841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=204912972715908841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/204912972715908841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/204912972715908841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/tokashiki-island-trip.html' title='Tokashiki Island Trip'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8954258179506065702</id><published>2009-08-23T18:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:32:00.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding of Jin sensei and Kyoko san</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKristin%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKristin%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKristin%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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It was Jin sensei, a 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade teacher at Chinen Shogakko, who was to be married (to another teacher from Kanegusuku Chu). He is a very genki and fun teacher who moved here from Kyushu about 2 years ago. He is one of the more personable teachers at Chinen Sho. I will add here that he’s worn a wedding ring since I met him in April, even though his actual wedding hadn’t taken place yet. He did mention one day the paperwork was done and that he wore the ring to ward off single girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My experience at his wedding was not one I will soon forget! Here is everything I remember:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The invitation said that guests could arrive at 12:30 and that the wedding started at 1. I arrived at 12:45. Okinawan weddings cost 1man yen to attend (approximately 100 dollars) and there is a certain way you have to present this money. I asked another JET how to do it and she gave me the very specific details which involved where to sign your name, making sure the money was face up in the envelope, how the knot ends on the envelope must face and which kind of card/envelope to buy (since it was in hiragana and kanji). The night before, I had found the right envelope and I brought it and the money to the wedding hoping to see one of my teachers so I could ask how the money could go face up in an envelope that opened at one of the long ends, but since there were no teachers outside, I walked up to the nicest looking sign-in table person standing there- a youngish girl. She helped me sign in (the guestbooks were all being written in in kanji as well), and helped me put the money in the envelope and sign the paper that came out at the bottom of the ribbons tied in front. After this first task was finished, another teacher spotted me and we walked into the grand hall together. She spoke briefly to the attendants at the door and then we walked over to the tables to find our seats. We looked on the table most Chinen teachers were at, my name wasn’t there. We looked at the table where some other Chinen teachers were sitting, also not there. The teachers (in a slight panic but remaining perfectly Japanese) told me to wait a moment while they found my name. Finally, at the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; table they checked, the found my name so I took my seat next to a man I’d never seen before. I really hoped somebody I knew would sit next to me. Takaiyo sensei was not there yet, so at least she could be sitting next to me. It didn’t take long for me to look around and realize I was the only foreigner there…. The dress I had on was appropriate, something I’d worried about while shopping for it, but I could have worn a shawl to cover my shoulders/upper arms. I saw that only I, another teacher from Chinen, and a young woman had bare shoulders among the 200 guests. The other teachers from Chinen arrived at the table- the two special ed aides and the special ed teacher. There was beer, tea, and juice set out on the tables. There were also programs and cards giving directions and the time for the after party as well. The man sitting next to me offered me some juice, probably because I was coughing a lot. Just before 1:00, Takaiyo arrived (in a long evening gown covered in lace overlays and sequins and fake press on nails) and took the seat next to me. She was likely overdressed for this event, but I was glad to have her there to translate some things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just after 1, the event started with a speech by Jin’s father and a performance of traditional Okinawan dancing. I started thinking that Ollie was right, he had mentioned that Okinawan weddings were very long and involved performances and several outfit changes. After this performance, an announcement was made and the bride and the groom entered the room in traditional wedding Japanese dress. Kyoko san was wearing a Kimono and Jin was wearing a robe. They walked around the room and smiled at their guests. Then they went up on a platform on the other side of the room and stood while something was said. After a few moments, they bride and groom made their exit to change into outfit number 2- the typical wedding attire we westerners are accustomed to. After they left, the videos some teachers at Chinen made were played. Jin sensei’s students congratulated him by saying “Omedetou Gozaimasu” and doing little songs and dances. His students are some of my favorite in the school, so watching the videos was fun for me too. After the students did their bit, there were two more videos. One video was a series of photos and short clips of video over a song that said “Jin” a lot in it. I was featured in the video twice so that was cool, but you can’t see my face because I have a rabbit mask and ears on. There was some really funny parts in the video like Tatsuya sensei dressed up in a pink full body suit with a tutu. The last video played from our school was one a couple of teachers made to go with a slow song. They wore a Jin sensei mask (also in the other video) and a Jin sensei mask they added long hair and rosy cheeks to for Kyoko san, and acted out the courtship of the couple. Apparently he proposed to her in the mall parking lot. It was cute. After our videos were played, videos Kyoko san’s students made were played. The weird part about these videos is that neither the bride nor the groom were watching these videos, since they were changing. After the videos ended, Kyoko’s school staff performed a dance (meant to be funny) on stage. After the dancing, it was announced that Jin sensei and Kyoko were going to enter again, this time on the stage. Everyone looked up toward the stage while the house lights were off, disco lights twirled, and music played. . . The curtain finally went up and Jin and his bride were standing on stage. She had a bouquet, and he did too. In the center of his bouquet was a long torch-like candle. Immediately, I thought this was weird, but realized quickly that there were candles on each table and where this was going. Sure enough he walked around the room, bride on his arm, lighting everyone’s candles. When they got to the three tables Chinen sho teachers were sitting at, we stood, yelled “Omedetou Gozaimasu!” and popped poppers at them. I’m not sure if it was the safest thing to be combining flame and flying paper streamers, but nobody got burned so it was ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A drunk Takeshima sensei was also blowing bubbles at them when they were near his table. After all the tables had their candles lit, Jin used his torch to light the big heart candelabra at the other end of the room. Just after this the couple cut their cake. The cake had been sitting at the side of the room opposite the stage since the beginning and was pretty impressive. There were 3 tiers, the top two were situated&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on long arms that swept out from the middle so each layer hovered above the next. I remember them cutting, but not eating the cake, which leads me to believe the top two impressive layers were not real cake at all. We had cakes served at our table, but the cake they cut was never served. After the cakes were served, they received presents from their guests who made short speeches to the bride and groom. Then both the kocho senseis from each of their schools gave speeches. After these speeches, the bride and groom left to change into their third outfits, and as soon as they left some family members performed a dance to a popular television show. The highlight of this number were the three tiny children in the front. They were ages 2-5 and were so perfectly adorable. The funny thing was that the adults were following the lead of these youngsters in performing the dance. I excused myself for the restroom, but missed a number performed by three girls(?) in silver sequin dresses with wigs and silver sequin gloves on. I think this song was another from a television show, but I’m not sure. After this, the bride and groom came back, but only she was wearing a new dress, a blue frilly thing, while Jin had the same cream tux on. They took their seats on the side opposite the stage and then a troupe performed Eisa on the stage. After this performance Kenichi sensei ran up onstage with a monkey mask on (one he wore in the video) and started dancing. The bride and groom went up on stage to dance and everyone was invited on stage to dance kachashi (another Okinawan dance where you just move your hands above you, much like the dance people were doing at our friend Hamid’s wedding- he’s from Afghanistan). I went too. This only lasted for one song, but it was enough time for Tatsuya sensei to put a napkin in his pants inappropriately placed and dance around small children. Very interesting. The group threw Jin up in the air several times during this song. Then everyone returned to their seats for the final act. The last time the curtain went up, the newlyweds were standing there holding teddy bears. Weird, right? They walked past all the tables to the other side of the room. I thought perhaps they were going to give them to the youngsters that performed earlier, but instead, their parents were sitting across the room and the two approached with the bears. I assume that each the bride and groom presented the bears with gratitude for raising them and all that stuff. As the bride was making her speech to her mother (not sure what happened to her father) Takaiyo sensei said to me, “That bear has the same weight as Kyoko’s bones.” ----What? I’m still not sure what that meant. This was probably the strangest part of the whole ceremony/reception. It was both combined into one 2 hour extravaganza. During the whole event food was served in courses. Some plated individually and some set family style on the table. It was interesting. The event was so staged, every time the bride and groom entered or left, the lights would go down, a spotlight would shine on them and music and lights would go. When the curtain went up and they were on stage, bubbles would drop, fog would roll out, and the same lights and music would go. The weddings was somewhere between a real wedding, a disco, and a variety show. Having said that, I enjoyed my time there and am glad Jin sensei had the courage to invite me to his wedding!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8954258179506065702?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8954258179506065702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8954258179506065702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8954258179506065702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8954258179506065702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-of-jin-sensei-and-kyoko-san.html' title='The Wedding of Jin sensei and Kyoko san'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1563593809882621232</id><published>2009-08-21T14:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:28:31.985+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geneal sillyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JET'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese doctors'/><title type='text'>Let’s Play Doctor</title><content type='html'>Or shall I say, “’Let’s play,’ Doctor.”? Because that’s what it feels like the doctors around her have been doing with me lately. Here’s the story:&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I got back to Okinawa I went to the hospital because my ear hurt, I couldn’t hear out of it, I had a cough, and my knee hurt. The doctor at Adventist Medical Center said to go to a specialist if my ear didn’t improve after a few days of allergy and antibiotics that he prescribed. It didn’t, so I had Julie come with me to an ears, nose, and throat specialist at a ji bi ka (meaning ears, nose, center). The doctor there looked at me for just a few seconds, before prescribing me four new medicines: Something for my cough, something for the inflammation in the ear, and two others I can’t remember now. I took all the medicine and waited another five days before deciding I needed to go back because I still wasn’t better, that is, my ear still hurt occasionally and I couldn’t hear from it.  Last Thursday I went to yet a third doctor. This time Dan came with Jon and I. We went to the same ji bi ka that I went to the previous Monday, but they were closed (all day Thursday) so we called another JET to get info on another clinic. After parking and being lost on foot, we finally arrived. They took my temperature, which was elevated, due to the running around in the heat that we had just done (I think). I filled out their questionnaire (allergies, illnesses, etc) and saw the doctor about 10 minutes later. This visit started the same as it did at the last place, but it didn’t end so abruptly. The doctor took pictures inside my ear canal, pulled some wax from my ear, and gave me two kinds of hearing tests. These were different than any other test I’d done for hearing. One test tested my ear canal/drum hearing, while the other tested hearing at the back of the ear (bypassing the ear drum). One time they tested how much I could hear from one ear while “ignoring” interference noises being piped into the other ear. After waiting a bit longer in the waiting room, his assistants called me for another test, this one to see how much my ear drums moved when they shot a low vibrating sound/pulse into the ear. I waited some more. Then the doc called me back and said that basically my ear drum wasn’t moving in my right ear. He gave me all the pictures he took, all the test results, and explained everything to me. He showed me how the tests differed when I tried to hear using the eardrum on the right, and how evenly matched it was with the left when they bypassed the eardrum. He said that the pressure on the plane created a vacuum in my inner ear so the 3 tiny bones couldn’t vibrate in the ear. He prescribed me 3 kinds of medicine, one that should help dry up the fluid that might be aiding the vacuum, and told me to return in a week. He said he expected it to clear up in anywhere from 4 to 6 weeks and that I couldn’t do anything that might upset the pressure in the ear- no swimming, no flying, nothing. However I did ask if I could fly to Tokyo in September (about a month from when I was in his office) and he said that was fine. But no SCUBA. Bummer. We were planning on going in Tokashiki! Oh well, I want my hearing back.&lt;br /&gt;This doctor was so much more thorough and patient with me. He had so many patients in his office, but I never felt rushed or overlooked- Not like at the other place. I sure hope he was right and that I can hear again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1563593809882621232?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1563593809882621232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1563593809882621232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1563593809882621232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1563593809882621232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-play-doctor.html' title='Let’s Play Doctor'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-5631984665677212416</id><published>2009-08-21T11:12:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:12:04.554+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Litterbugs and Bad Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This island is filled with both. And it's absurd. Yesterday I witnessed both, one on my way to work, and one on my way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday around 1 I was driving on the road behind our apartment, my typical route to work, when I saw an old man sitting in his car. This guy tends the garden/farm at the top of the hill. He isn't very friendly, but I smile and nod/bow at him when I see him anyway, just to be polite. Today he glared at me as I drove by. As I was driving by, I noticed a white plastic bag to my left. It's not uncommon to see trash up there, so I didn't think much of it. But then, after I went by, my eye caught something in the rearview mirror. It was a can flying through the air. He tossed it over the road and into the plants on the side of the hill. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here he is, eating at the top of a hill with a view, assumedly for the view, and here he is tossing trash on out like he was eating in a landfill. I started to think of the other times I'd seen him on the hill and how often there was trash near him. Once there was a bad of trash right outside his own car, like he couldn't be bothered with throwing it anywhere. I can't even imagine throwing trash everywhere like that. First of all, it's disrespectful, and second of all, this place is beautiful, so why would I want to deface it like that? I never littered at home either, in state whose beauty doesn't parallel this island's. It's just rude. I remember seeing people litter, one in particular, who would litter right on his own front lawn. I just didn't understand it. It hardly takes any thought or effort to get that trash to its proper place. Once here I was outside a convenience store and this guy was walking by with MacDonald's food in a bag. He was eating a burger or something in a wrapper, too. When he finished his burger, he just let the wrapper fly. I wanted so badly to say, "Hey you moron, where do you think that will go? Do you think that it is just going to disappear once it leaves your hand? Do you really not care, or are you just that lazy?" I mean, he could have wadded up the wrapper and tossed it back in the bag he was carrying, to be thrown out at his next stop. I realize trashcans are hard to come by in Japan, due to the meticulous sorting that must be done before trash can be put out for the collector, but any convenience store (and there are tons) has a trashcan outside for combustibles. It's just frustrating. When Jon and I went to the Hari boat races in Chinen, we filled up a couple grocery sized bags each of trash. People looked at us like we were nuts. When I told one of my teachers that I wanted to organize a beach clean up (not for any service hours, just because it needed to be done), she was like, "Kristin, you are very good person. I don't like to do things like that if I don't have to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way home from work, I was following a rental car. I know it was a rental car because it had the "wa" kana on it. All "wa" cars are rental cars. These two young guys were inside, the passenger kept waving his arms outside and just being stupid, but whatever, they were having a good time and they weren't hurting anyone. Eventually a car pulled out in front of them when it shouldn't have. But that's what people do here. They drive around without seatbelts and their children playing around in the car, often standing up, and they pull out when it is unsafe to do so. So now this stupid driver was in front of the vacationing guys in the rental, driving very slow and braking at weird times. I don't know if the driver got annoyed that the rental car was on his butt or what, but it was annoying to watch from my car, one car behind the rental car. But, this was my route home, so I just had to wait it out. The idiot driver would speed up, slow down, and was swerving all over the lane. I started to wonder if there was a child or a drunk person driving the car, but I could see a child standing up in the back. By the time we got to the big hill I love to drive down, I'd had it. I was on the rental's butt, who was on the idiot's butt… But their driving did not improve. They took each turn under 20kmh, which is what they teach you in school, but nobody actually does it…. And they would break going into the curve, in the curve, and coming out of the curve…. Ugh! I swear sometimes I wondered if they were going to just stop completely… That's how slow they were going. And they didn't have a new driver sticker or an old person sticker on their car, so I don't know what was up! Anyhow, we got to the "T" in the road and they were turning left (the way I go). So I begrudgingly followed them. The rental car went straight, so then I was directly behind them, with a cab on my butt. He was annoyed too because he was part of the long line of cars that had built up since this whole endeavor started about 10 minutes before. So we were going along slowly (maybe 30kmh) and the cab sped up and got in the lane for opposite traffic. I sped up so there was no room to get in front of me and the idiot car, annoyed because I've been dealing with this longer than the cab. At the next chance I got, I passed the idiot driver, and watched the cab do the same thing after me. Frustrated about what had happened, but relieved to finally be out of it, I sped away without looking back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-5631984665677212416?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/5631984665677212416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=5631984665677212416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5631984665677212416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5631984665677212416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/litterbugs-and-bad-drivers.html' title='Litterbugs and Bad Drivers'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8059421403697166232</id><published>2009-08-19T09:24:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:24:47.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Trip Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;One fun thing I've done since I got back has been planning a trip to Tokyo. One of the new JETs, Daniel, 26 from New Zealand, mentioned it at the welcome party, and Jon and I jumped at the opportunity to go up to Tokyo with someone who had lived near there for a year. Daniel did his last year of high school in Japan and even though he was just there for orientation, was eager to go back. His host family from his original trip also has a lot of hook ups so we are getting discounts at our hotel. The three of us are very excited to go! So far we've planned to go to a baseball game (Giants vs. Dragons), see a Prodigy Concert, do 2 days at Tokyo Disney (1 at Disneyland and one at Disney Sea), see a Kabuki play, and explore the areas of Harujuku, Roppongi, and Yoyogi Park. I am so excited to take the new camera up there and get some great shots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daniel has never been to Kyoto, Osaka, or Hiroshima before either, so we are tentatively planning a trip up that way during cherry blossom season (early April). I hope I can get enough days off for all of this fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8059421403697166232?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8059421403697166232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8059421403697166232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8059421403697166232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8059421403697166232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/tokyo-trip-plans.html' title='Tokyo Trip Plans'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-2495419076883340302</id><published>2009-08-19T09:22:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:22:57.014+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#17365d; font-size:16pt'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's So Hard to Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't posted any blogs in a while, partly because I was busy and partly because I was very depressed before my trip back to California. Then there was all the hubbub with Ashley, Kristen, and Martin with the internet "drug". There wasn't much good to write, so I just didn't. Since I have been back, I've been pretty depressed and I've also been sick. I lost hearing in my right ear, possibly on the plane ride back, and haven't been able to hear from it since I arrived back in Okinawa. I've been hot, sick, and miserable, except for the block 5 events I've planned that went well. I've had some fun since I've been back on the island, but work has been pretty bad. I guess these are my dark times here. I found out this week that I am going to be team teaching in the very important demonstration class that every teacher and official for our district watches. It's not that I mind the attention, but it's a lot of work, preparation, and meetings, which I'm sure will have me staying past the hours I'm supposed to work, and all of this with no reward or feeling of accomplishment. It would be different if I was getting some sort of satisfaction from it, but since I'm not, I just get annoyed. The teacher is already working on the lesson for it, which means I will likely just be told where to stand and when to say whatever they want me to say. Which is just depressing. This lesson is taking place at Chinen, which makes it worse because there is a huge language barrier here. At least at Hyakuna, they listen to my ideas, and I get a bit of satisfaction when something goes well. Anyhow, here is something I started a while ago and never posted because I was so busy the week before I left trying to get a schedule I could find satisfaction in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always sad to leave something that has failed to blossom due to lack of time. I felt this way when I left Kudaka, just a few months ago (April) and I feel this way again today as I spend my last day at Chinen Chugakko (July 7). I was so excited when I first came here and felt new life breathed into me when I was told I could teach my own classes of students who were far more advanced than my younger students. It's not that I don't love my elementary students, but it was nice to have just 1 day a week that I could actually connect with my students and have conversations, though often brief, with them. Elementary students are great, genki, and hilarious. But our interactions are superficial- they think I'm hilarious and I make their class time fun. However, the junior high students have heart. They, especially the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; graders (13-14yr olds), were very sincere and kind to me. They complemented me right from the start and weren't shy, and it made me want to get to know them on a personal level, which made me feel like my time here was worthwhile. I was learning about these kids' hopes and dreams- in English… In April, I thought perhaps it was just Kudaka's small, familial school I was sad to leave behind, but apparently I was mistaken; I feel my heartstrings being tugged upon again because I'm having to leave another group of 30 or so students that I've come to like spending time with. I'm trying to be Japanese about it, trying to be strong and unwavering in front of teachers, but it's really hard. Sure, I'll meet other students, wherever I teach next (that has yet to be decided), but then I will be starting all over again, building new relationships with students who will think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Don't get me wrong, being the greatest thing since sliced bread is wonderful; I love the attention. However, the downside to that is that because these students fail to get to know me, they fail to actually learn about me, and I fail to learn about them. Unfortunately, all this failing at my level, means my position as a JET fails as well. This program is about the exchange of cultures- this goal is even more important than the point of the program being about teaching English. And I am starting to feel that if I keep getting shifted around breaking ties with my students and meeting new ones, the whole program is being cheated. Sure there are JETs who have it worse off than me. There are some who travel around the whole district (south Okinawa) for 6 weeks at a time at each school. But it's hard for me to see others at my Board of Education stay at the same schools while I am cheated out of a more meaningful experience. I hate to say it, but it just makes me want to go home. There is no way I can consider staying another year here. I'm not sure how I can manage the year I've committed to already. I am so exhausted with running around, teaching 20, often different classes a week at three locations that sometimes I drive to the wrong school. I have made a sheet that tells me what class, topic, and activity I'm doing each day, but I haven't settled in to a system of seeing my whole week in advance so I can feel prepared for it. I often don't have the time to meet with teachers ahead of time due to everyone's busy schedules, and there is nothing worse than two people trying to "team teach" when neither of them has a full grasp of what's going on in the lesson. I am always planning my classes based on available materials because I often don't have the time I need to prepare materials because I spend so much time in the classroom, teaching. Teaching itself, can be exhausting. Imagine being responsible for entertaining 60-150 students a day, somewhat supported by their home room teacher (now imagine working with up to 5 different teachers a day, each with their own style of classroom management, and teaching) up to 5 different topics, and preparing and executing 5 different fun activities so that your students want to come to English and behave in your classroom. This is my job. I like it most of the time, but once again, when I compare it to me peers, who spend merely 1 day doing this schedule, and 4 of the schedule I enjoy so much (a schedule of up to 4 classes a day, usually not more than 3 teachers a week, and no more than 12 topics/activities a week), it saddens me greatly. My life would be so much simpler and easier to manage if I could teach junior high more often. But, I won't. Instead, I will be thrown into some crazy schedule that I will do my best to thrive at. This is my life here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to get off the island in a few days. Maybe my trip home will refresh me and I will come back eager to tackle the challenges of my job here. I can only hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued August 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;It is always hard to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I always have. I hate missing people, and I hate leaving. I hate down time when I get to a new place. I think I spent a couple days in California feeling out of place, and now that I'm back in Japan, once again I feel out of place. I long for the ease of living in California. However, I know that neither Jon or I have cars, phones, jobs, or an apartment there, so these facts just add to my frustration and misplaced-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Continued August 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;- There's no place like home. It's funny to say that after being so annoyed by all the nuances and idiosyncrasies of our American life when we were there, but coming back to Japan this time was a lot harder this time around than it was at Christmas. Just 24 hours ago I was starting an exciting blog about all the fun things I did while "on vacation" at home. Now any free moment my mind has to wander, tears come to my eyes and I just want to be home. Even more funny is the fact that after Jon and I went home for Christmas, we felt out of place and were happy to come back to our "home" here. But I guess the island was still young to us then. We wanted to prove to ourselves that we could accomplish living here. And we have. We both are employed, have friends, side jobs, and can do all the necessary things like shopping, paying bills, drive, and anything else life here throws at us. This time around I didn't miss my teachers, and I didn't miss my students. I had a lot of fun catching up with many friends and just "being" in California. I thought about bailing on my contract while I was gone, before the date my new contract started. What's different now? Well, I am not satisfied with my job here now, for one. I am tired of some of the people I work with, for two. And, unfortunately, without having been back to work or seen my students yet, the fact that I am not completely satisfied here is looming over my head like the dark clouds over the ocean this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Continued August 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;- However, after settling back into our Okinawan life, I am a bit happier. I'm not sure if this is because 'home' is "out of sight, out of mind" or if I was just homesick because I hate goodbyes. The fact that I have all these new JETs to help out makes me feel like my life her is more worthwhile, so I am excited for the new year to unfurl and to see how many different fun events we will have socially. Unfortunately, I just don't think I am going to get any satisfaction from my job, which really is unfortunate, considering it's such a big part of my life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Continued on August 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;- Well my trip home didn't leave me ready to tackle my job here, instead it made me really hate this place and really want to leave. My Board has told me that while I have a crappy schedule now, I will be given the school of my choice in April. And, I have since found out that every teacher at my schools is going to have to teach a demonstration class in English before the end of the school year (March).  I have exhausted every possible solution to the problem and have only been slammed into brick walls. I still don't know my schedule the for the next 2 terms, only that I will be teaching 4 days a week at 2 elementary schools. That's 15 classes a week with students who I can't relate to or get to know. Why don't I just learn Japanese so I can communicate with them you ask? Because I'm so exhausted at the end of the day, I don't want to stick my nose in a book for an hour every night to learn a language that won't benefit me as a teacher in Southern California. I just can't bring myself to do that. I want to get started with the rest of my life now.  Since I got back from California I have been using my position as blockhead (think social chair) to get myself out of the house and meet all the new JETs. It has brought me some satisfaction, but I haven't found any satisfaction at work. I go to my schools, struggle to communicate with the few teachers who show up during summer (while myself only showing up for maybe 6 hours a day). Oh, and I've been battling an awful cough and the concern that I might not get hearing back in my right ear (which I haven't had since I got off the plane here on the first of August). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-2495419076883340302?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/2495419076883340302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=2495419076883340302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2495419076883340302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2495419076883340302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3493086596117685151</id><published>2009-05-31T19:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:32:51.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hari</title><content type='html'>We got back a bit a little while ago from the Hari Race (Dragon Boat Race), exhausted but very pleased with our day! We had a lot of fun hanging out with teachers and students and friends, and then even meeting some crazy old Japanese men after the festivities were over. I will post pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3493086596117685151?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3493086596117685151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3493086596117685151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3493086596117685151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3493086596117685151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-hari.html' title='Happy Hari'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6857209729855294564</id><published>2009-05-30T08:18:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:33:09.990+09:00</updated><title type='text'>and the earth trembles... for an update</title><content type='html'>Jon and I were rudely awoken by &lt;a href="http://www.jma.go.jp/en/quake/8/800/20090530073503491-300729.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, a 4.2 earthquake that violently rumbled through our little apartment. We should be used to these by now, and I do still like them, but once I wake up after getting 8 hours of  sleep, even if it is a weekend, my body won't let me fall back to sleep. Which is fine really, because today Jon and I will have our driving lessons. Our practical driving test is Wednesday and we wanted to get at least one lesson in beforehand, so wish us luck! The test is in Japanese so it might be frustrating, but we hope to pass it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I (and hopefully Jon) will be participating in Chinen Elementary School's Dragon Boat Race. I can't wait! I get to row with my 6h grade students, some of which are in my English club. Also, I have been looking forward to this cultural event since I found out about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I have been all over the place recently, to castles, "haunted hotels", traditional Okinawan houses, and even to the art museum, so hopefully you've checked out our photos at those places. I plan to write a blog about the art museum and the hotel, so hopefully I will have time soon. I've been so busy at work I can't even check my email, and exhausted when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-6857209729855294564?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/6857209729855294564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=6857209729855294564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6857209729855294564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6857209729855294564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-earth-trembles-for-update.html' title='and the earth trembles... for an update'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3130249272035757694</id><published>2009-05-18T21:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:04:20.252+09:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>The sky opened up and started pouring buckets and buckets of rain on us today, all day. Hot, muggy weather, and hot sticky making rain. Ew! I hope rainy season doesn't last for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Jon and I watched in awe this morning as our rice cooker exploded. Now I understand why there are warnings about putting anything other than rice and water in them. However, the carnitas we were attempting to make turned out fabulous after we cleaned out the steam escape and tried again. We are finding we can do much more than we ever attempted in the US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3130249272035757694?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3130249272035757694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3130249272035757694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3130249272035757694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3130249272035757694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1956446227282573576</id><published>2009-05-09T17:55:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:07:06.660+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faux pas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>bathroom mistake</title><content type='html'>So Jon and I ate a KuruKuma, a thai food restaurant with a beautiful view, last night. We had a very spicy beef curry dish with nan bread, and a papaya salad. The salad was so spicy we went though two pitchers of water trying to eat it! Because of all the liquid I drank, I had to use the restroom pretty bad on our way out. Unfortunately, there was a lady in the women's one stall. I waited while brushing my hair and doing my makeup at the sink, but she still wasn't done yet, and was making some throat clearing noises. So I went out of the small restroom, figuring she needed some privacy to do her thing. Finally, I heard the sink and was filled with the joy of knowing I could soon empty my bladder. You can just imagine the look on both of our faces when a man came out of the women's restroom. He just looked at me wide eyed, then looked at the sign on the wall. I was laughing hysterically at his aloofness. He quickly realized what had happened, said a shameful "so-ri", and bowed before quickly walking back to his table. As I ran in to relieve myself, I thought to myself how lucky he was he only had me to face in his major faux pas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1956446227282573576?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1956446227282573576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1956446227282573576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1956446227282573576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1956446227282573576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/05/bathroom-mistake.html' title='bathroom mistake'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1716105650935824036</id><published>2009-04-27T23:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:57:10.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>star light, star bright, first... firefly I see tonight?</title><content type='html'>Jon and I decided to walk to the grocery store tonight, and on the way back we saw a flicker of a green light on the ground to our right. We stopped, asked each other if we had seen what we had seen, and upon confirmation, waited to see it again. It was a little pulsing, intense green light. I took a picture with the flash, but could barely make out the little guy. I looked up "glowing bugs" when we got back to find out that it was indeed a &lt;a href="http://yokohamarama.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/hotaru1.jpg"&gt;firefly&lt;/a&gt;. How cool is that? Too bad it wasn't flying, like the ones I saw on Tokashiki, but, there will be other days to see those again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1716105650935824036?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1716105650935824036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1716105650935824036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1716105650935824036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1716105650935824036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-light-star-bright-first-firefly-i.html' title='star light, star bright, first... firefly I see tonight?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4458590319318202483</id><published>2009-04-19T15:09:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:17:48.349+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Songs at Funny Times</title><content type='html'>So the Japanese love The Carpenters. They especially love the song "Top of the World". They love it so much that I heard a version of it recently at the entrance ceremony for the incoming 1st graders at Chinen Elementary. Now that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned it to Jon, he said that one of the tunes on a cuckoo clock at his work is Mr. Lonely. That's funny too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, whenever it's about closing time (maybe the last half hour) stores will play Auld Lang Syne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a crack-up, I tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4458590319318202483?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4458590319318202483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4458590319318202483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4458590319318202483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4458590319318202483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-songs-at-funny-times.html' title='Funny Songs at Funny Times'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3145738362900515106</id><published>2009-04-18T21:02:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:14:46.995+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciousness Indeed!</title><content type='html'>This doesn't have so much to do with living in Japan as it does me just wanting to brag about doing something right in the kitchen for once! I just made the most delicious oatmeal cookies from scratch! Can you believe it? The girl who used to mess up brownies from a mix! Anyhow, I made two batches, one from a recipe which called them "healthy" but still called for 3 tablespoons of butter, and another from a recipe that was vegan, and called for applesauce. The problem only being that there is no applesauce readily available for purchase here in Japan, so I had to make my own from scratch. All in all, everything was pretty easy and the cookies came out fantastic. The so called healthy batch is better of course (doesn't butter make everything better?) and the vegan batch is still pretty good. Probably because I added a little peanut butter and just a tiny bit of olive oil so they'd have a more cookie-like consistency. The recipe consisted only of mashed banana, applesauce, crushed nuts, and oats, so I spiffed it up with raisins, about a teaspoon of peanut butter, and topped it off with healthy black sesame seeds. I love that I can taste just a tad of each of those flavors with every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm very happy with my endeavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the recipes if anyone wants to give it a try :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Healthy-Honey-Oatmeal-Cookies-147497?scaleto=30"&gt;healthy oatmeal cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookierecipes101.com/bananaoatmealcookie.htm"&gt;vegan oatmeal cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do try these on your own, let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3145738362900515106?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3145738362900515106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3145738362900515106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3145738362900515106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3145738362900515106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/deliciousness-indeed.html' title='Deliciousness Indeed!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8318661803633048455</id><published>2009-04-16T20:45:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:43:37.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan is funny, America is funny too</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Now I realize I've only seen parts of the Japanese culture and have maximized some of the shortcomings of American culture here for comedic effect, so please just consider that this is my small, meaningless opinion with what may not be the full picture and sprinkled with humor before you attack me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1- Japan is a place where important ceremonies happen in sock feet. You see, you can't wear shoes inside, even in the workplace. Even if you have indoor shoes, graduation and entrance ceremonies take place in the gym which is a separate building, so people are given a bag for their outdoor shoes which they place under their seats. It's kind of funny to think that of important commencements, such as new students, teachers, and students leaving for the next step in their education, all taking place in sock feet.... Something Americans save only for pajama parties or at least the comfort of their own homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2- Japanese people I have encountered and heard about, do things Americans would be appalled at. Case in point, the other day Jon and I were grocery shopping. We were looking for applesauce so Jon went to find a clerk to help us find it. I was standing with the cart, when I realized a woman staring at me. I tried smiling at her, but she persisted in starting at me and then came over. She was an older woman, with her daughter. The mother said hello to me and I replied, after which she started rummaging through our cart! She proceeded to ask me questions, in Japanese of course, to which I pleaded with her that I didn't understand her. The conversation went on way too long while I was just trying do some innocent grocery shopping. She eventually told me she wanted me to teach her English, but I'm not interested in a student who is so nosy. There was another man in the grocery store that night who hassled us about the contents of our cart. Jon and I would never imagine doing that to another person, Japanese or other. I've heard from another ALT (from NZ) who lives on a smaller island who gets old grandmothers rummaging through his cart. It got to the point where he started doing it right back to them. Good for him, but I can't do that! Imagine your reaction if while at your local supermarket and some foreigner came up to you and started making comments about the contents of your cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3- Japanese people are more dependent and more independent than Americans. Americans like to think they are independent. We make our own decisions. For the most part, we have ourselves in mind before others when deciding how we want to live our lives: the jobs we choose, the relationships we make or keep, even the schools we go to. Japanese people, on the other hand, keep their families and their culture before themselves. When making decisions, they consult their families and evaluate the strain it would put on them if the individual makes a choice that might not be in the best interest of the family. However, it is not to say that these individuals are unhappy. I think most Japanese people have learned how to be content in the lives they feel they must lead. That's something Americans could learn. How many Americans do you know that are miserable because they feel like they have to live "their" lives a certain way. Who decides the ownership of a life anyway? Maybe we have it all wrong in America. Shouldn't the families who have helped raise a child from birth have some say in what that child does with their life? Maybe I've just been here too long. Anyhow, back to my point. American children have it made (in my area at least). Their parents pay for these children to have the best extracurriculars, daycare/maids, education, clothes and cars. Those children typically grow up resenting those very same parents for something else that wasn't provided. American children don't always grow up learning about how to be responsible for themselves, let alone their own families. I don't think Japanese people even have a word for resentment. These children clean their own schools, get themselves home from school on their own (first graders ride the bus home alone after a few trial runs with a parent, and it's not unusual to see school children walking home as late as 9pm on weeknights after their sports clubs or cram schools), care for themselves when they get home (unless Mom doesn't work, their parents work much longer hours), manage to do their own homework driven by their own self will, and just seem less helpless than American children. Japanese society depends on the individuals within it. Schools won't get cleaned if children decide they shouldn't have to clean them, the education system would fail if students stopped doing their homework, and the system would fail if adults decided to only work 8 hour days here. Therefore Japanese people are more dependent on each other than Americans who have designed their individual lives. Past the nuclear family, Americans don't really depend on each other though, they have set up their lives as independently as they can so they can feel... maybe, in control? I haven't seen any struggles for control in Japan. Not in the workplace, not in parking lots, not on streets, not anywhere. These people are ok with the fact that much of their lives have been decided for them. They do what they can with what they have and make the most of their situations, whatever the situation may be. They don't seem to be riddled with debt. They don't take vacations all the time to escape their realities. They seem to live complete, full lives and seem pretty happy in these lives. Americans have full lives, but seem pretty stressed out about these lives they lead. Just look at how many people are on meds for mental issues or pain, and how many people are suing their old friends for wrong doings. You won't find that in Japan. Doctors won't even give you painkillers in the hospital when you ask for them. Both times I asked, I was given acetaminophen (and left thinking, are you serious?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese people drive slowly, but they work quickly. Americans drive fast and work slow. I hope I take away from this place just enough to stay sane when I return to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of our independence in America comes with a large price tag for therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4- Japanese people seem to change their clothes at least once during their work day. Take my vice principal at Hyakuna for example. He is the crossing guard before school, so he wheres a suit, with a windbreaker on top. As soon as the morning bell rings he typically changes into his track suit, which he will wear in the office. Then after he eats lunch, he changes into grubby work clothes and work boots so he can work in the garden. After that he changes again, either into a business suit or a track suit again. I don't think Americans would ever change so many times in one work day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8318661803633048455?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8318661803633048455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8318661803633048455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8318661803633048455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8318661803633048455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-is-funny-america-is-funny-too.html' title='Japan is funny, America is funny too'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1404897292730482011</id><published>2009-04-15T22:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:54:19.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Japan</title><content type='html'>Japanese people (at least in social settings and on TV) are so jovial and happy. I love to laugh and am so happy to be amused by their silly antics on tv. It's like when I was in high school watching Mtv's The State and laughing hysterically at the skits. Even the commercials are hilarious. I wonder if, after I leave here, I will find myself watching the Japanese channel just to catch a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say the other day that I also got an assigned parking place at Chinen sho this year... Which means there were assigned parking places last year too, but nobody told me. Which means I was stealing someone's spot for 9 months... And nobody told me. I'm telling you, foreigners will never completely assimilate. I will never know as much as someone who was born and raised here, no matter how long I stay. Which is fine. I just have to keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was announced as a new teacher at Chinen chu, and given a welcome gift (potted flowers). So that made me quite happy. It's nice to feel appreciated in a place where so few things I do seem appreciated. Yesterday the principal and vice-principal told me they wanted me to stay at Chinen chu full time. Unfortuntely for them, it's my visiting school. I'm only there one day a week and I think the only reason I have to go there at all is because they just don't have enough ALTs in our district. The vice-principal there is really nice, so I enjoy my time there. I also like the idea of working with older kids, because I get to teach them to read in English. It seems weird, but they can't read English when they enter middle school. They have just learned the English alphabet and sounds at the end of 6th grade. I only hope my 6th graders from last year straighten up and settle down so we can actually accomplish some real learning. It's really a challenge trying to teach them phonics, in a language they don't know. Think about phonics worksheets.... Naming pictures, finding middle sounds with pictures, rhyming words... These all require a basic vocabulary in the language... It's a new challenge that I'm learning how to work around or at least work with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1404897292730482011?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1404897292730482011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1404897292730482011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1404897292730482011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1404897292730482011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-japan.html' title='I ♥ Japan'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-7723852809794462580</id><published>2009-04-07T20:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:39:12.704+09:00</updated><title type='text'>American Consul General "attacked"</title><content type='html'>This is quasi-big &lt;a href="http://www.japantoday.com/category/crime/view/american-consul-general-in-okinawa-doused-with-coffee"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; here. Apparently a 43 year old, unemployed (not sure what that has to do with it) man threw hot coffee on the Consul General's feet. He was possibly upset about &lt;a href="http://www.stripes.com/article.asp?section=104&amp;article=61633"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, US Navy ships docking in an Okinawan island, Ishigaki, port. It's only a 3 day stay, but the local government openly opposes any military presence on Ishigaki. The US Navy, and Japanese officials, however, say that the Navy does have the right to dock there. The military presence in Okinawa has been in debate for a long time, and I understand both sides of the issue. Prefectural government wants the economy benefit, but Okinawan parents of teenage girls object to the military fraternizing with their kin. I have seen a lot of dumbass military dudes, and also met a lot of nice people in the military here, so it's hard to choose a side in the issue. Anyhow, it's interesting nonetheless. According to this &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D97AMSA80&amp;show_article=1"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, this is only the second time US has called port since 1972. However, it does go on to say that it could be for reasons other than the US is declaring at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have met the &lt;a href="http://naha.usconsulate.gov/wwwh-20060724a.html"&gt;Consul&lt;/a&gt;, actually, Jon and I had dinner at his home, a very nice house with a great view! He was a nice enough guy, if you like down-home Southerners. I guess his Japanese wife does! He does like to close his eyes when he talks and goes way off topic (both times I met him), but he must do a decent job if Japan is eyes him for the next foreign affairs ministry position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my point once again: I like being a foreigner here. I can observe and not have to get too heated, like I would back in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to add that I recently read an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.davidappleyard.com/japan/jp22.htm"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt; about crime in Japan, Okinawa, and the US Military. The author plays devil's advocate a bit, but the article shows how numbers are skewed to make the military here look a lot worse than they might actually be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-7723852809794462580?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/7723852809794462580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=7723852809794462580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/7723852809794462580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/7723852809794462580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-consul-general-attacked.html' title='American Consul General &quot;attacked&quot;'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8259621468405080879</id><published>2009-04-03T07:08:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:10:35.498+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all shook up!</title><content type='html'>My goodness we have a lot of earthquakes. There was one yesterday down on Miyako Island, and then I woke up this morning at about quarter til 6 to more shaking. This one was only a 4.6, and considered a 1 here, but I don't remember ever feeling a 1 back home. Anyhow &lt;a href="http://www.jma.go.jp/en/quake/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is more info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8259621468405080879?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8259621468405080879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8259621468405080879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8259621468405080879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8259621468405080879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-all-shook-up.html' title='I&apos;m all shook up!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-5338199059642690017</id><published>2009-04-02T21:34:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:43:09.010+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching in japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coworkers'/><title type='text'>One thing I love...</title><content type='html'>One thing I definitely love about living here is the ability I have to communicate with some of my co-workers even though we don't speak the same language. Take Rika sensei for example. She is one of my favorite people to work with. The two of use can talk for quite a while, and through gestures and lots of guessing around the subject, we have a blast. Having her by my side in the office is super helpful and hopefully she gets something out of it, too. She is kind and loves to laugh, which is great, because even if we can't get our message across, we sure can have a great laugh about whatever we thought the other was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;Rika recently moved from Hyakuna, but lucky for me she moved to Chinen Sho, so I will see her just as much. Yay! Other teachers at Hyakuna always watched us talk (at lunch, mostly), and commented on how amazed they were we could have conversations when Rika doesn't speak much English and I don't speak Japanese. Now that the Chinen teachers have seen us (at lunch today) talk, they said the same thing! They would listen and follow along and nod their heads during our conversation. Sometimes, Rika will translate what I've said into Japanese for them. It's really funny and interesting. Personally, I think this sort of situation is exactly why I am here. Not that I don't wish I spoke more Japanese, but this is the next best thing: A fearless co-worker who is willing to try to speak to me. And I think between the two of us we have achieved a friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-5338199059642690017?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/5338199059642690017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=5338199059642690017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5338199059642690017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5338199059642690017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-thing-i-love.html' title='One thing I love...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-5570606329920760301</id><published>2009-04-02T21:34:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:34:40.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to America</title><content type='html'>I have gone twice now with Chinen Elementary School to Zukeran Elementary School, located on an American military base here. It is quite an interesting experience. I think it went better with the 2nd graders than the 6th graders, but that might just have been because the teachers were better organized. The kids always start out shy, but by the end of the day have a new BFF that somehow they’ve acquired by communicating through gestures and a very small amount of verbal conversation (an even smaller amount in the others’ native language). I thought I had more to say about this, but I can’t think of anything, so if you have questions, please post them and I will answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-5570606329920760301?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/5570606329920760301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=5570606329920760301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5570606329920760301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/5570606329920760301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-america.html' title='A trip to America'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3241329526415679114</id><published>2009-04-02T21:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:33:14.048+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreigner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching in japan'/><title type='text'>Curiouser and Curiouser</title><content type='html'>I realized today, not that I am by any means seasoned as a foreigner here, that no matter how long an outsider spends in this country, they will never feel remotely as comfortable as people born and raised here. Even when I start to feel “in”, something springs up out of left field to grab hold of me and pull me smack down into reality, which is this: I am an outsider here.&lt;br /&gt; I came to school today (Chinen Elementary, my home school) to find my shoe box had been given away (we are assigned a box to put our outside shoes in and keep out inside slippers in when we are not here). No biggie, you might think, but when you already feel like an outsider who can’t possibly know about or understand everything going on around you (even when you try really hard) and enormous changes are happening (at this time of year), something simple like a shoe box that until this very day was “yours” being given away when you weren’t there can make you feel awful. Not that they ever even put my name on it here. But my shoes were inside… At Hyakuna Elem, I got my name on my box within the first week of arriving in Japan. Little things like ease a stranger like me into this new environment. On Kudaka, they gave me a box with my name even though they had built a new school that I only went to twice before changing to another school. Maybe they know something the folks here at Chinen Sho don’t. It’s not that I expect a whole lot. However, Kudaka teachers did blow me off the last few times I went, including “forgetting” to call me about the farewell party after they both told me and I asked to be called about the location of the party. Anyhow, besides my shoe bin leaving my possession, I walked in to find a new vice principal and a second grade teacher had left. Nobody mentioned it to me before now. I would have liked to know I’d likely never see these people again, but I guess that’s too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that even though English is held at a high regard, the reality of it is that it just isn’t. And I’m ok with that. I realize I am an afterthought. But throw me a bone, even a small bone, every once in a while. I am constantly thrown into situations and given the sink or swim ultimatum through performance. I am pretty easy going (on the outside) and try to roll with the punches, but it’s tiring being everyone’s punching bag. However, today I did have a breakthrough with a teacher who I thought really didn’t like me. Japanese people are funny like that. She asked me if I was pregnant early on, and proceeded to laugh at me when I said no (quite possibly trying to laugh with me but I didn’t get the joke) and almost every time she saw me afterward. She seemed catty with her remarks to me and others, so I decided to keep my distance from her. Until today; we had our welcome luncheon for our new teachers (all 12 of them, in a school of 30 staff members). On our way to the cars, she asked if she could ride with me. I said sure (surprised she’d ask me, especially when there was room in Takayo’s car), and we talked (as much as we could) on the way there and back. I think I know why she asked if I was pregnant. I asked her if she had a husband to which she replied she did. Then I asked if she had any children. She said that she wanted children but couldn’t have any… Then I asked how old she was. She is 40 (and of course looks my age). She probably just wanted to know if I had any children since she so badly wanted some of her own. &lt;br /&gt;Today was also good in terms of my schedule for this next term, which I have been stressing over ever since I found out my time at Chinen had been cut… I didn’t understand (and wasn’t interested in) how I was to teach 11 classes in 2 days (12 periods). So finally, after talking to Takayo sensei, I found out that there are in fact 12 classes, but that I will teach 5 a day each week on Thursdays and Fridays. I am glad I am not scheduled for 6 classes, and hope that people don’t cancel class or want to have make up classes, because then I will be at 6 classes, which is really unbearable. Sure, days go by fast, but I don’t particularly come out of 6-class days enjoying or liking my job. I am very happy about having 2 whole days at Hyakuna though, I have 12 periods there each week and only have to teach for 6 of them, unless of course making up a class. And, I will teach 3 classes at Chinen JHS. So that makes my total classes for the week 19. The limit is 20. They have changed when I come in and leave as well to 15 minutes later. Personally, I’d rather have the time to prepare in the morning than after my classes end. But I will try it and see how it goes before requesting it be changed.&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s it for new school year stuff. Oh, yeah, 5th an 6th graders now have a textbook, but I don’t think they wrote lessons around it, kind of stupid. And 3rd grade is doing 4 lessons on numbers, adding, and time. Time I understand, but doing math in English, that’s just ridiculous. I suggested we do prepositions like in, on, over, under, etc instead, but Takayo sensei thinks they are too hard… I think these are vital words for children to understand if they are going to have any sort of listening comprehension worth raving about. But that’s just me, what do I know? I’m just…. The outsider. The outsider who was told she was an integral part of English being taught in these schools, the outsider who is a native English speaker and can offer (maybe I’m biased) valuable opinions on what we should teach or how we should teach English, the outsider who also expected (after it was pounded into her head) to talk about holidays we celebrate in the United States but was told, “They don’t know about Easter.” Isn’t that why I’m here? To TEACH??? Sometimes I think I’m just here for their amusement. If so, at least the salary is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3241329526415679114?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3241329526415679114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3241329526415679114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3241329526415679114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3241329526415679114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/curiouser-and-curiouser.html' title='Curiouser and Curiouser'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-2447320239322853198</id><published>2009-04-02T21:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:31:44.504+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Peanus Butter?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I tried pig ear in… peanut butter! But when Japanese people say peanut butter, they say peanuts butter, and well, it doesn’t sound so innocent. Anyhow, it wasn’t like, a whole ear. More like stringy bits of cartilage-y looking stuff (picture really thin, long slices of bacon) with a small amount of creamy peanut butter mixed in. It came with a bento lunch everyone from Hyakuna was eating yesterday for their welcome party. Apparently it’s an traditional Okinawan food. Personally, I’d skip chewing, and chewing, and chewing on ear again. You can’t really break it down so you just get to the point where you have to swallow it. Yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-2447320239322853198?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/2447320239322853198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=2447320239322853198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2447320239322853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2447320239322853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/04/peanus-butter.html' title='Peanus Butter?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-943363486946897478</id><published>2009-03-31T23:14:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:21:06.011+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Us (in a non creepy way)</title><content type='html'>Now Jon and I are both on Twitter. You can either follow us on Twitter itself at Lovecat23 for Kristin, or MeganeSensei for Jon. Or, you can just check our blogsite for all of our twitter updates. My favorite thing about this is that I can take a photo with my cellphone, send it to twitter, and it ends up on this blog site! That means you can all see everything I see that I think is omoshiroi (interesting/funny)! How fabulous is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are limited to 10 spots for publishing this blog into email, so please let me know if you have a blogger.com account and can follow our blog instead of us emailing it to you, so we can free up the spot for someone else. We have more than 10 people who want to read about our crazy lives here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-943363486946897478?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/943363486946897478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=943363486946897478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/943363486946897478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/943363486946897478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/follow-us-in-non-creepy-way.html' title='Follow Us (in a non creepy way)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-1405419333973289711</id><published>2009-03-27T09:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:13:31.372+09:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different...</title><content type='html'>So, last night I did something that I thought was delicious, but made me feel very sad afterward. I tried horse sashimi. And it was good. You wouldn't think raw horse would taste good, but Jon and I would argue otherwise! But, I did feel quite sad after realizing I ate an animal I liked to ride. It's different from chicken, fish, or cows, because.... It's a freaking horse! Oh well, it was just one small bite (of delicious heaven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't have a hangover today, but if I did, the Japanese would call me a "second day drunk". Funny, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-1405419333973289711?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/1405419333973289711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=1405419333973289711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1405419333973289711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/1405419333973289711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4263216050745114852</id><published>2009-03-27T08:52:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:59:56.901+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What's shakin'?</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to  farewell party for Hyakuna Elementary. Japanese schools have these every year for the staff of the school to honor the teachers leaving. The nijikai (second) party was still going on when Jon and I left at midnight. After watching the Craig Ferguson show till 1:30, we went to sleep. For some reason, I woke up about 4:15am. I was laying in bed wondering why I woke up, when I started to feel &lt;a href="http://http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/us2009erb3.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, which soon woke Jon up. Now, I like earthquakes a lot, but this shook us quite vigorously. Even our bookshelf, which would probably break my legs if it fell since it's against our kitchen/bedroom "wall", was rattling a lot. Eventually, I sat up, but wasn't sure where to go to be safer (I did however, pull my legs up on the bed in case that bookshelf did fall. After the shaking finally stopped, Jon and I guessed the intensity of the quake. I guessed 5.3 and he guessed 5.2... Turns out it was a 6.0!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4263216050745114852?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4263216050745114852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4263216050745114852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4263216050745114852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4263216050745114852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-shakin.html' title='What&apos;s shakin&apos;?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8092053825427396123</id><published>2009-03-24T18:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:41:42.007+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okinawa vs. Orange County</title><content type='html'>I decided to see just how similar and dissimilar my old home and my new home are. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population- The main island of Okinawa (the one we live on) has 1.15 million people living on it. Orange County boasts 3.12 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size- Orange County is 948 square miles (2455 square kilometers) and Okinawa is 489 square miles (780.5 square kilometers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities- Okinawa has 11 cities, while Orange County has 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highways- Orange County has 16 major highways, Okinawa 12 (although, there are 2 of some with the same name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County has 42 miles of coastline while Okinawa has about 120 miles of coastline, but I’m not sure how much of this can be accessed by civilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Population Density- Okinawa has an average of 606 people per square km versus Orange County’s more populated 1,392 per square km. However, much of Okinawa’s population is in Naha which has more than 8,000 people per square km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Bases- Orange County’s 2 military bases are 10 square miles (about 26 square km), while the 14 bases on Okinawa are 90 square miles (233 square km, 18% of the island’s land). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist Attractions- Orange County has Disneyland; Okinawa has Churaumi Aquarium (the 2nd largest aquarium in the world). Both have beaches tourists flock to, but Okinawa’s are much warmer, cleaner, and populated by sea life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monorails &amp; International Airports- Orange County and Okinawa have 1 of each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climate- The annual temperature of Okinawa is 23.7 degrees Celsius (74.6 degrees Fahrenheit) and Orange County’s is 68 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). Annual rainfall in Orange County is a whopping 13 inches compared to a measly (read sarcasm here folks) 71 inches. Okinawa also has a typhoon (hurricane) season from May to September, while the cold waters of California’s coast can’t produce these storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income- Based on the most recent numbers I could find for Okinawa, the average salary here is 1.995 million Yen per year (approx 20,293 USD) versus Orange County’s $38,367 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Size- Orange County has an average of 3.48 people per family (that poor .48 child) while Okinawa has 4.8 people per family. I think Okinawans start (and finish) having children much younger than Californians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned Communities- Nearly 30% of Orange County has been created as such, much less of Okinawa has been created this way, but you’d be surprised. Newer housing developments on the island tend to look like American planned cities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… And my personal opinion from my research- Both Okinawa and Orange County dislike but are reliant upon “unwelcome” foreigners inhabiting each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8092053825427396123?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8092053825427396123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8092053825427396123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8092053825427396123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8092053825427396123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/okinawa-vs-orange-county.html' title='Okinawa vs. Orange County'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3283324484836309924</id><published>2009-03-24T16:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:16:52.349+09:00</updated><title type='text'>this is our Japan poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SciI5ObaDuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9I7bZYCdKCY/s1600-h/090324_1613~01-712350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SciI5ObaDuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9I7bZYCdKCY/s320/090324_1613~01-712350.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316649876817841890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Japan just won the World Baseball Classic. America came in 4th. Glad I have some tie to the winners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3283324484836309924?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3283324484836309924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3283324484836309924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3283324484836309924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3283324484836309924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-our-japan-poster.html' title='this is our Japan poster'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SciI5ObaDuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9I7bZYCdKCY/s72-c/090324_1613~01-712350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4885119094627940949</id><published>2009-03-24T00:10:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:53:34.763+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuki Matsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Scev4ka4m3I/AAAAAAAAADw/-tt2b8IFTC8/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Scev4ka4m3I/AAAAAAAAADw/-tt2b8IFTC8/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411271518133106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a few of you know that Jon and I, along with one of our friends, took a trip up to Hokkaido to go to the &lt;a href="http://http://www.snowfes.com/english/"&gt;Yuki Matsuri&lt;/a&gt;, or "&lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapporo_Snow_Festival"&gt;snow festival&lt;/a&gt;". It was such a nice break from our sunny warm island and actually refreshing to bundle up in warm coats, hats, and gloves and go out into the negative 2 degree (Celsius) weather. After saying all that, I wouldn't want to live somewhere where it snows so much! It would end up being a hassle. It snowed pretty much non-stop from the time we got there until we left! All the morning flights were delayed the morning we left due to a blizzard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Sceufxn6FxI/AAAAAAAAADY/PMGJ8samLH8/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Sceufxn6FxI/AAAAAAAAADY/PMGJ8samLH8/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316409746054059794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many grand ice and snow sculptures and even some snowboarders, musicians, and power ranger type characters. One night when we were walking back to our hotel, pretty late, Kim and I got our picture taken with a cat character who was just walking down the street. It was very kawaii (cute). Not sure what the cat's companion (assistant, perhaps) thought of three gaijin (foreigners) running up to them at 11pm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Sceu1XA7kxI/AAAAAAAAADg/UyJ43HV2klE/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Sceu1XA7kxI/AAAAAAAAADg/UyJ43HV2klE/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316410116868379410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got one day to relax in an onsen, which is a Japanese style bath house. Kim and I knew little about what to do, other than be naked, wash thoroughly before entering the baths, and wash again once finished soaking. Which towel to use and where to go... we had no idea. Luckily a naked lady in the bath was kind enough to show us around. Naked. I don't think you'd ever find anything like it in the States. It was fabulous there though. Very hot. After a short time in one of the inside tubs, our self appointed tour guide told us to check out the outside bath. So we went, and thank goodness she told us about it! Nothing can come close to sitting naked outside in a steaming hot bath, surrounded by beautiful snow covered natural scenery with snow falling on my head. However, after about 30 minutes or so, Kim and I couldn't take the heat anymore, and left our little peaceful haven. As we were leaving, a mother and her daughter who was maybe 6 or 7 walked in. Another thing you wouldn't see in the US if there were onsens there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/ScevDGqCc1I/AAAAAAAAADo/jvtDd576pAo/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/ScevDGqCc1I/AAAAAAAAADo/jvtDd576pAo/s320/bath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316410352995562322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we stopped in a quaint, kitch-y bar, Mu-Su, because we were freezing, windblown, and tired of walking. We made small talk with the bartender there. The bar only seated about 6 or 7, it was about the size of a walk in closet in California. We couldn't figure out where she went if she had to go to the restroom because Jon had to walk down the street to a convenient store. We got to try Hokkaido's version of Sake, like Okinawa's awamori... They make theirs from the &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perilla"&gt;shiso&lt;/a&gt; leaf, so it has a sweet flavor. It is much more drinkable than awamori, which I don't care for at all here on Okinawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day/night we were there we saw the rest of the festival. We also went up in the &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapporo_TV_Tower"&gt;NHK TV Tower&lt;/a&gt; and looked down on the whole park. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/ScewXsOc5-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/j_5f1wHW7gc/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/ScewXsOc5-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/j_5f1wHW7gc/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411806189414370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was totally worth taking, and I would recommend it to anyone who can take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4885119094627940949?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4885119094627940949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4885119094627940949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4885119094627940949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4885119094627940949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/yuki-matsuri.html' title='Yuki Matsuri'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Scev4ka4m3I/AAAAAAAAADw/-tt2b8IFTC8/s72-c/IMG_1449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6409707255245868928</id><published>2009-03-23T23:58:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:09:56.242+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okinawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquakes'/><title type='text'>I love earthquakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/us2009ema8.php"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link of the earthquake Jon and I were excited to feel last night! We were just sitting in our living room watching the latest Guy Ritchie movie, Rocknrolla, when we started to feel the room "rolling" beneath us. It lasted for a while, maybe 30 seconds or so. It was fun, even though I started to wonder if we should take shelter. But it never really got frightening. Apparently there are decent-sized earthquakes here all the time, according to that website. Coolness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-6409707255245868928?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/6409707255245868928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=6409707255245868928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6409707255245868928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6409707255245868928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-earthquakes.html' title='I love earthquakes!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6886098567563060369</id><published>2009-03-21T21:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:06:38.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with Kristin and Jon</title><content type='html'>Oh my, it has been a while! First off, I'm sorry. I need to post more! I will do my best to post at least once a week from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of an update, if I think of more, I will add it later, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to Okinawa from California, we had a layover in Taiwan (Taipei), and took a tour offered by their tourist board. We got to see some pretty cool places including a shrine with some amazing architecture and a little stone street famous for its pottery. We bought a cool glowing pomegranate because we got into a funny discussion about the word with the tour guide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We participated in a "joyathlon" today, a triathlon of sorts. We rode our bikes for 15km, walked for 7.5km (a lot of which was uphill), and "swimwalked" walked in water on the beach for 200 meters. We were the only foreigners in this "international triathlon" but we had fun nonetheless. We are a bit sore tonight, but not as bad as I expected, and for some reason, I haven't gotten hungry since the event (even though it was finished at about 1pm). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, we stuck around to watch this break-dancing competition nearby. It was pretty cool, but we left because the bike-sitting area was closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon got a new job! He will now be working at Chirorin in Oroku, Naha. It is apparently a hoity toity preschool/kindergarten people send their kids to get them off to the right start. He loves the new kids he's met there and is glad to be working under (hopefully) more organized management than his last *unnamed* employer. He will, however, continue to teach some students at "the abbey" (more like the shack) in Nishihara, so he will have some older students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been super busy with graduation stuff for school. It's the end of the year too, so everyone had to fit in their English classes for the year! I also got my new schedule for this coming school year, which involved a minor change. Hopefully it will lessen my load a bit, but I'm not sure yet if it will. I will no longer be going to Kudaka, my island school, and will be going instead to Chinen Chugakko (jhs). I  have mixed feelings about this change. I really got to know my students out on Kudaka, since the classes were so small (6,6,7, and 20 kids in each class) but was going to lose my favorite teacher there (the district moves teachers around every 3 years, to keep everyone on their toes..?). I also didn't like my life being run by the ferry schedule. I have one less class at Chinen Chu, but will have the 6th graders I had this year as 1st graders at Chinen Chu. I don't particularly care for these students, because they have been unruly and rude these past few months. However, I hope that this will change since these kids are going from top to bottom of the totem pole, and will be having to wear uniforms. I hope they straighten up! I also will teach one class of 3rd graders (14year olds) at Chinen Chu. I am looking forward to this because the class of 3rd graders at Kudaka was my favorite this past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I am on a bit of a break from teaching now. I taught my last class Wednesday and don't start again until April 7th. On to making materials for the new school year! Unfortunately, my schools are all part of a 3 year English study program and will write all new lessons, which means all new cards, games, etc as well. Plus I will have to learn how to prep for junior high. On Kudaka, I didn't have very much responsibility for the junior high students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now gotta get some dinner! 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Today I am home from work with some sort of stomach flu bug. My insides hurt! No fun! &lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago, there was an earthquake. Crazy! I was actually on the toilet when there was this tapping sound, and I thought Jon was getting home. It was then that I realized the room was shaking. Our hot/cold water stand was also shaking. &lt;br /&gt;... And I thought it was the medicine the doctor gave me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be looking for some sort of report on the scale of the earthquake and will post my findings here...&lt;br /&gt;... Ok I just foun info on the quake. It was a 4.9 centered 95 miles northwest of Naha. No wonder I felt it. Turns out, there have been several earthquakes the past week with a magnitude of 2.5 or higher. Crazy! Guess it's earthquake season after typhoon season ends here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we come home very soon! Yay! We're like Santa with his bag of toys, except we're bringing a suitcase of presents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-222864721990214686?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/222864721990214686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=222864721990214686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/222864721990214686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/222864721990214686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/12/inside-and-outside.html' title='trembling inside and outside'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4387471309196771139</id><published>2008-12-02T21:51:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:01:24.607+09:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Ways Happy</title><content type='html'>Ok so maybe not really 36 ways, but at least 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got my car back today. It looks amazing! It looks better than it did when I got it, so that is fantastic! All for only 504,000 Yen. Sounds like a lot but it is only about 500 bucks so it's not so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jon and I had a lovely Thanksgiving, and even though we missed out family (yes you), we weren't homesick like we expected. I'm sure it helped that we both talked to our family and had a full thanksgiving meal here and two other thanksgiving meals with friends here in Okinawa, but we have had quite a nice time here recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last and what I am most excited about: We just booked our flight and hotel for the Sapporo Snow Festival! I am so excited to go to Hokkaido and see the amazing ice sculptures! It's going to cost us a fortune, but hey, when in Rome... or is it Japan? Hehe. We knew we'd kick ourselves for missing it if we didn't go so we've gotten a lil group together to take the trip! I can't wait. It's going to be freezing up there! It's going to be dazzling! It's going to be such a different experience than we have on Okinawa! Yay, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snowfes.com/english/"&gt;For more info on the festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4387471309196771139?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4387471309196771139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4387471309196771139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4387471309196771139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4387471309196771139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/12/36-ways-happy.html' title='36 Ways Happy'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-8221801377886339597</id><published>2008-11-25T13:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:20:51.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuruma, pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Kristin picked a really good title for our blog. My feelings about this place change constantly. More often than not, these changes have to do with my car. More specifically, with driving on this island. As many of you know, I am frequently running late, no matter where I am going. Okinawa is not the place for this. Most major roads here only have two lanes in either direction. On route 58, there are areas with three lanes, but that is because 58 goes through Naha, which is the prefectural seat for Okinawa. The rest of the "roads" are basically glorified alleys, criss-crossing the island. On the main roads, there is the occasional right turn lane. These right turn lanes are rare, however, so there are frequently long lines in the right lane, with people waiting to turn, and then people behind them either waiting to turn as well, or waiting to get around them. I've gotten caught in the right lane more than once, because I assumed that the person ahead of me was going straight through the intersection, only to have them flip on their blinker upon reaching the intersection. The left lane is no better. You can't turn left on red here (remember, Japan drives on the left side of the road, so turning left isn't like turning left in America), so there are some lines for that. In addition to all of this, people park on the side of the road here. That doesn't sound like an obstacle, but there are no bike lanes, so the lane pretty much stretches to the curb. This means that you will often see a car with it's hazard lights on, sitting halfway in the lane. All this business adds up to frequent slaloming back and forth between the two lanes. I took to this pretty quickly, but now my left blinker is out. It is much more difficult to get into the right lane when no one behind you knows you want to get over.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about driving here is that there are no street names. Apparently, Bono was talking about Okinawa when he wrote "Where the Streets Have No Names". Sure, many of these roads have numbers assigned to them, but those are only marginally helpful, since the numbers change without notice, the road numbers change direction frequently, and most Okinawans don't know the numbers of the roads. On Wednesdays and Saturdays, I teach classes in Naha. To drive there, I make a total of two turns, but end up driving on four different road numbers. Two of those are before I have made my first turn! Getting or giving directions requires many many points of reference, somewhat similar to getting directions in a rural, backwoods area. "Keep going straight until you see a Lawson (one of the many, many convenience stores, or "konbini", in Japan. Another popular one is Family Mart. What cruel irony that two stores that are everywhere are so difficult for the local populace to pronounce...), then turn right, and you will see a noodle restaurant 500m past that." The problem is, there are convenience stores all over the place! Finding the correct landmark is key to finding your way here. Only yesterday did I learn the name of the rehabilitation school next to where we live, hopefully making direction giving a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that the smaller roads criss-cross the island. That may be a bit of a simplification. They criss-cross, wind, and double-back on each other. All the roads do that here. It's a little like driving in south county, only instead of getting confused by all the planned communities that look alike, you get confused by all the buildings and shops that look alike. Grids, though perhaps boring, are a very useful aspect of urban planning, and I sometimes miss them. They make stoplight placement much easier. I have still not figured out what system, if any, is used when deciding where to place stoplights here. While driving on the 331, which is the road Kristin and I live next to, I hit maybe five stoplights before reaching the first major intersection. Some of them are as close as 50 meters from each other. I think of that stretch of road as "mini-Warner", because I hit all the red lights, just like I did on Warner when we lived in Huntington Beach.&lt;br /&gt;This might seem like a very negative post, and I apologize for that. I've made my peace with the roads here. I have yelled and screamed in the comfort of my car on many occasions, trying desperately to find the location of an interview, restaurant, or classroom. Repeated calls to the same place, asking for more specific directions, have been made. However, I realize that this island is not going to change, and that I have to. This will be a good thing for me, because it will help me to leave myself more than the necessary amount of time to get places.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to this blog for more entries on the subject of driving, including a much more positive one, very soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-"Keruma" is Japanese for "car".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-8221801377886339597?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/8221801377886339597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=8221801377886339597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8221801377886339597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/8221801377886339597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/kuruma-pt-1.html' title='Kuruma, pt. 1'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15580390170973553005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFOcCY1BV3E/SPYDM6RcDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XOULm5E13Bo/S220/Okinawa+Pictures+136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-2933733423701253520</id><published>2008-11-21T13:34:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:34:50.855+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Updates :)</title><content type='html'>So the bad news is I got into a car accident last week, but the good news is that it will only gost go man yen to fix it (around $500). I couldn't be happier because I thought it was going to cost twice as much... and they are throwing in some sanding and paintwork that is needed on the left rear fender (I scraped a brick wall while parking at the bank Monday). I think I am finally driving normally again (I had been quite nervous and awkward behind the wheel until probably yesterday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has stopped raining every day and it is suny but cool now. The cold is quite biting. More so than I thought. I will bring my warm jacket when I come home for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going well, I have been exhausted every day though! It is getting near the end of this term, so all the cancelled classes from the beginning of the term are being made up now, which means I am teaching 5-6 classes a day. I think I am still recovering from last weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going exploring! Our plans are to head up to Cape Hedo, Hiji Falls, and perhaps Nakajin Castle and Pineapple Park on Sunday. Monday is Japan's Thankgiving so we can get home late! I can't wait to see more of the natural beauty on our little home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-2933733423701253520?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/2933733423701253520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=2933733423701253520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2933733423701253520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2933733423701253520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news-and-updates.html' title='Good News and Updates :)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6851448248624868288</id><published>2008-11-16T19:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:52:09.637+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick note!</title><content type='html'>I got everyone's Magic Jack Voicemails and it was wonderful to hear everyone's voices. Jon and I had a fantastic weekend hanging out with our friends. Jon went to a birthday dinner for one of his coworkers and I hung out with Jess from Miyako and the other outer islander crew because all JETs were on Okinawa to go to the Mid Year Conference. It was a lot of fun, but I'm pooped so I'm going to bed early, but I just wanted to wish you all a big thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-6851448248624868288?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/6851448248624868288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=6851448248624868288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6851448248624868288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6851448248624868288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-2810630442220509157</id><published>2008-11-13T17:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:22:22.809+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Should've known better...</title><content type='html'>I got into a car accident today. It had just rained for about 20 minutes, just enough to make the roads super slick (seashells are mixed into the roads here). I was going to pick up a friend before the Mid-Year Conference (she's broke so I volunteered to drive). She lives across the street, but because she lives to my right if I'm standing facing the street between us, it means I have to turn against traffic to get to her place, then turn against traffic again to get back to the road we have to take to get to the conference. I decided I'd take the back road (behind our apartment, that lets out further to the right than her place is). But, I never made it to the main street. I was driving on that back road, and had just gone through a particularly bumpy area, and was going down hill. I was probably going at least 30kmh, which isn't that fast, but combined with the fact that the roads were so slick and I had downhill momentum behind my force, there was no way to get around colliding with the white boxy car coming in the opposite direction. we both swerved to pass each other, you see, the back roads aren't big enough for two cars side by side, but when I hit my brakes, my car just started sliding. Even though I'm pretty sure I pumped them to try to not slide, and I think I tried to correct my steering too, I hit her car in the driver's side back door. I continued to slide as I tried to park my car on the side of the road. As soon as I opened my door, she was there, asking if I was ok, in Japanese. What a disaster. I felt so bad because I dont' speak much Japanese and she didn't speak any English! She must have been really worried since she was asking me questions I couldn't answer... Mainly about insurance (which I have, but didn't know the word for). I called both Jon and Jacqui and the both came. I wonder if the woman felt bombarded by all the gaijin! I called Chris (one of the JET Prefectural Advisors) to let him know I'd be late. He told me to call my coordinator so they could translate for all the reports that now had to be made, and not to worry about missing the conference. I felt so embarrassed. Now my coordinator had to come and help me (eventually both my coordinator and supervisor came). I hate having to accept help from people. I hate feeling vulnerable. I guess this place is forcing me to grow! haha. I guess I can't control everything, all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after all the reports were made and every organization that needed to be notified was, I went to the gas station with my coordinator to get my fender checked out. It was rubbing when I drove it. I hit the other car pretty hard. She couldn't open her back door. My bumper not only was dented, but the cover was torn, exposing the rough metal bar underneath. My blinker light wouldn't stay in place and the fender was not just dented, but had an impact mark that actually folded it up and in in one spot, in the shape of a "z". At least the gas station attendant pushed out the fender's inner guard and taped my light in so I can drive it. Japanese car insurance pays for the other person's car, but not your own. Stinks. However, the insurance company will decide percentages for whose fault it was. I feel like I was going too fast for the road conditions, but it stinks because I wasn't doing anything stupid that normally causes car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;After dealing with it all, I had a horrible headache and my neck hurt. Jon said that I was holding it funny while talking to the police, too. I decided to not go to the conference and go home instead. I felt exhausted. I guess the adrenaline rush died down and left me beaten up. I was still pretty shaken up by the whole thing. I felt foolish and ashamed for putting myself in a position where I could feel so foreign. My friends and supervisor and coordinator were great, I just have to deal with my own demons now. I gave Jon a stern warning about car accidents here, and what did I do? I went and go into one myself! My supervisor told me he'd been in three accidents when the roads were wet. His father in law just had one last month in the same conditions. I guess if I take nothing else from this experience, it is to slow down if there is any water on the road!&lt;br /&gt;After I rested for a while, I realized my right leg hurt in several places, the knee and the hip. Now I think it is from mashing my brakes so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-2810630442220509157?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/2810630442220509157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=2810630442220509157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2810630442220509157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/2810630442220509157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/shouldve-known-better.html' title='Should&apos;ve known better...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-459535187702130028</id><published>2008-11-12T18:11:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:22:54.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS!</title><content type='html'>The Magic Jack is working now! That means you can call me! You can call me from your regular phone. I have a 714 number for magic jack, so as long as you call from a 714 landline, we can talk for free! Or, if you request by email (nekohoshi23@ezweb.ne.jp or katstar237@hotmail.com), I can call you from my magic jack. It's that simple and wonderful! My magic jack number is: 714-983-1461. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also skype me if you prefer at: Kristin.Patterson23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure to check the bottom of this blog to find out what time it is here, so you don't get a groggy, angry Kristin on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-459535187702130028?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/459535187702130028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=459535187702130028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/459535187702130028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/459535187702130028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-news.html' title='GREAT NEWS!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6744834943729860304</id><published>2008-11-11T21:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:31:31.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock in Reverse</title><content type='html'>Ok, I will start this post by saying that I realize that not every day can be great and that I know the whole culture-shock thing isn't supposed to be a breeze, but this day of my life have been an emotional rollercoaster! For whatever reason I am more emotional than usual right now, and that leads to ridiculous non-thinking thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was tired today because Jon and I stayed up too late at the Mihama American Village. We just wandered around exploring and picking up small knickknacks and talking about the places we want to travel to... But seriously, today was weird at work! First of all I got punched by a 5th grader who supposedly was trying to get his friend back for pushing him... Talk about the wrong place at the wrong time. Anyhow, the two boys were (publicly?) shamed after they came to the teacher's room to apologize to me... Then their teacher came and apologized to me. I mean, it hurt, and it sucked, but I was punched in the back... Not in the face!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other weird thing that happened was that this girl started crying in class today. We were playing a game called "find the leader" in which one person (it) has to find the person who is leading the rest of the class (who repeats what the leader says, in unison). She just started crying in the middle of the circle. I must admit that is pretty traumatizing when you are it because kids just shout at you from all sides... But I still felt really bad. She didn't take her head from her hands for the rest of the class or when she walked out after class!&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I went to the base because Jon got paid and we wanted to buy groceries. Real groceries that is. We buy things at our local Max Value (24 hour market by home) but can't get a lot of the things we are used to eating. We met up with Rose and her hubby and their almost 2 yr old and their neighbor's kid.. and got base passes. We thought we could go to the commissary but due to complications we couldn't so we went to the PX instead. This was also a hassle for some reason and so we had to kind of disappear quick once we were inside (Neil and Rose &amp;amp; Co went to go eat after we got in).  So anyhow, Jon and I were wandering around the Yankee Candles and smelling the Christmas ones. Both Jon's dad and my mom like these and honestly I now think it was the smell that set me off. All the Christmas stuff in the PX made me feel really homesick. I didn't even want to be in there. Mind you, last time I was in this store I was like a kid in a candy store. This time I just wanted to stick to our shopping list and get out. I didn't feel like I belonged there at all. Last time I was totally at ease in this store... Anyways, we managed to walk through a few extra aisles (which reminded me of being at the Walmart in HB because of the way this store is set up (toys, tools, pets). I started thinking about all the things I won't be doing this Christmas and got really sad. Then I started thinking about being away from home at Christmas. I know I won't be this year, but in future years.... Could I actually do it? Maybe this is just the time for hardcore bummer to be felt in the culture shock cycle... I dunno. Jon had a good day, he feels like he conquered Uruma, and got a bicycle. We talked at length about staying or leaving and at this point I am on the highest fence in the world and I could fall and hurt myself before making a rational dection about this..... There are many things to think of... but I don't want to leave because I was too much of a wuss to get past the homesickness...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will add that the night worked out alright. We were able to go to the Shoppette and buy pretty much anything we wanted to get at the commissary. So at least our painful trip to the PX was profitable in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-6744834943729860304?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/6744834943729860304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=6744834943729860304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6744834943729860304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6744834943729860304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/culture-shock-in-reverse.html' title='Culture Shock in Reverse'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-852998932692817550</id><published>2008-11-07T11:45:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:17:56.414+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I didn't want to just have this be a continuation of my previous post, because that's too much text for anyone to read in one go, and it didn't quite flow with my rambling excuses for my lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A couple of hours ago, I heard the doorbell ring.  We don't know that many people who are home during the day, so the doorbell or a knock means either: 1)a package is being delivered; or 2)someone is at the door to give us a notice of how much we owe for one utility or another (not an actual bill, mind you, but just a notice.  I don't understand, either).  It's hot here, like 86 degrees fahrenheit (30 Celsius sounds lower, but still feels weird in a way that I can't explain, so I won't), and a bit humid, so I wasn't wearing a shirt.  This greatly surprised and possibly alarmed the kindly prostilitizers, especially the woman, who hid behind the door the entire time. My lack of clothing didn't stop them, however.  Nor did the fact that they spoke little English and I spoke little Japanese.  We had a brief conversation (I think) and they handed me a flyer (in Japanese) and invited me to their Kingdom Hall.&lt;br /&gt;  I think they were surprised I knew what they wanted, but I had a hunch as soon as I saw the flyer.  Surprisingly enough, they were actually the second and third Jehovah's Witnesses I had met since getting here.&lt;br /&gt;   It was maybe my third or fourth week here, and I was wandering the supermarket trying to find these rice cracker-ish/snack chip-ish things, but I didn't know what they were called.  I asked an employee (who has now become a bit of a friend, even though we don't know much of what the other person is saying), and she led me around the store, showing me rice cakes, potato chips, and rice cereal.  Finally, as she asked a co-worker if he spoke English, this Japanese man walked up to me and said calmly, "Can I help you?  I speak English."  I described what I wanted, and he led our small, confused group to the onegiri, which I thought were riceballs (even though they are triangular) filled with goodness (sometimes beans, sometimes fish, sometimes Japanese plums, sometimes more rice!).  Apparently the name also applies to my much sought-after snacks.  I think.  I'm still kinda hazy on whether or not that's the name, but I know what the bag looks like.  I'm very grateful that Japanese products have pictures all over them, so a baka gaijin like myself can usually find things.&lt;br /&gt;  Our mission complete, my group dispersed, except for myself and the helpful Japanese English-speaker.  I complimented him on his English and thanked him profusely for helping me, and he told me that he studied English in the States for a while, studying the bible.  "Are you a religious person?" he asked.  Anticipating being stuck in the front of the store for a long time, not wanting to do so, but also not wanting to be rude, I told him that I do believe in something, but that I wasn't entirely sure what, and that while I was here in Asia, I wanted to learn more about eastern religions.  I then said that I had to go, because Kristin and I were going to have dinner soon, which was the truth.  He handed me a Watchtower magazine, told me about his Kingdom Hall on the island, and we parted ways.  Kristin and I saw him again in the supermarket a few weeks ago.  He's a very nice man, and appears more interested in practicing English than converting me, so I hope to bump into him again.&lt;br /&gt;   I still think it's very odd that I have run into three Jehovah's Witnesses in my brief time in Okinawa.  I've also seen quite a few Mormons.  Okinawan Mormons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-852998932692817550?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/852998932692817550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=852998932692817550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/852998932692817550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/852998932692817550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-didnt-want-to-just-have-this-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15580390170973553005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFOcCY1BV3E/SPYDM6RcDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XOULm5E13Bo/S220/Okinawa+Pictures+136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-368973476469465003</id><published>2008-11-07T11:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:45:02.274+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post (Finally)</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody!  (Now you say, "Hi, Dr. Nick!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've been here in Okinawa for just over two months (my birthday will be my three month Okinawa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monthiversary&lt;/span&gt;) and this place still puzzles me beyond belief.  Puzzles, amazes, frustrates, amuses, fascinates, angers, humbles, and any number of other things.  Like I said in my bio, not a day goes by without something happening that I didn't expect.  However, like Kristin, I'm not always able to write about it.  Usually something will occur while I am away from the apartment, either running errands or teaching, or just stuck in Okinawan traffic (I have only come across one road that has three lanes in either direction, and that's on the other side of the island. I'm sure I could write much more about traffic, so I will save that for another post.), so I try to remember it for later.  Unfortunately, there are so many weird or funny things that happen, they all get jumbled together. &lt;br /&gt;     Also, time seems to go quickly for me here.  I get up with Kristin, make some breakfast, and then she heads off to work in the morning.  I go to work in the afternoon, so I have the morning to get stuff done.  I don't really know where the time goes, but before I know it, it's time to go to work.  Most of you know how good I am at wasting time, but even when I'm getting stuff done, there just doesn't seem to be enough time.  I guess that's universal, though.  I don't get home until late, sometimes after 10pm, and by then it's time to eat something, hang out with Kristin for a bit, then go to sleep.  I don't really feel like I have much time to organize my thoughts and then put them up.  Plus, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; can be a huge distraction.  Then again, I suppose I am posting right now, so it's possible.  I just have to make the time.  So make the time I will.  I don't get a chance to communicate with all of you as much as I'd like, so hopefully, I will post regularly, and you will read and comment regularly, and all will be right in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Domo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arigatou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gozaimasu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-368973476469465003?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/368973476469465003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=368973476469465003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/368973476469465003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/368973476469465003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-post-finally.html' title='My First Post (Finally)'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15580390170973553005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFOcCY1BV3E/SPYDM6RcDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XOULm5E13Bo/S220/Okinawa+Pictures+136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-6513936879486324140</id><published>2008-10-30T22:38:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:33:23.404+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Churaumi Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsWvW9cT7I/AAAAAAAAADA/-U3hx-B5We8/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsWvW9cT7I/AAAAAAAAADA/-U3hx-B5We8/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325592385507250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had Monday off because I worked Sunday (at sports day). So Jon and I went to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okinawa_Churaumi_Aquarium"&gt;Churaumi Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;. The aquarium's name is pronounced Chu like the u in futon, ra like the ra in ramen, u like in futon again, and mi like in Ming. Chura means beautiful in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okinawan_language"&gt;Hogan&lt;/a&gt; the Okinawan dialect, and Umi means ocean. So the aquarium's name is Beautiful Ocean. Fitting, seeing as how the ocean here is soooo beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsV4Bv3S-I/AAAAAAAAACw/1iN6aa-5DcQ/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsV4Bv3S-I/AAAAAAAAACw/1iN6aa-5DcQ/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263324641798605794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got season passes (3600Yen vs. 1800 Yen for a single day) figuring we'll go back at least once to get our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsWcgC1rTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gGc9JQ7dgNM/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsWcgC1rTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gGc9JQ7dgNM/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325268406545714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aquarium was so crowded. There were probably 5 high school feild trips from mainland Japan there. They looked so cute in their little school uniforms! Some of them tried to talk to us in English, it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsORFmLIgI/AAAAAAAAABo/SQRQWQPDKoI/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsORFmLIgI/AAAAAAAAABo/SQRQWQPDKoI/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263316276235411970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The coolest thing at this aquarium is definitely the huge whale shark and manta ray tank. It is so huge!&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in you are just in awe to see so much water and so many fish of all sizes "flying" around in front of you. That glass separating us from them is 60cm thick!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsURAjt4CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GwFYWnaN5TQ/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsURAjt4CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GwFYWnaN5TQ/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263322871952695330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a tour "behind the scenes" and got to see the sharks and mantas in this tank from above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also quite fond of the sea turtles and the manatees here. They are super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsRlvyKNXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FFgeVUjn9_A/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsRlvyKNXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FFgeVUjn9_A/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263319929692239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsSVMSMQ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/inUU195lqiE/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsSVMSMQ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/inUU195lqiE/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263320744796635986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I watched this short film about the Kuroishi Sea (the warm current we get here in southern Japan). We listened to the hilarious English audio in headsets. Japanese translated into English becomes quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsS2-phH3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nlZYdn_22kM/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsS2-phH3I/AAAAAAAAACI/nlZYdn_22kM/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263321325251927922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate lunch at the sea view restaurant, but it was pretty cloudy out so it wasn't the beautiful view we were hoping for. However, we did watch the dolphin show from our table four floors up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsUvU67uYI/AAAAAAAAACY/-jgfEiA5C9k/s1600-h/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsUvU67uYI/AAAAAAAAACY/-jgfEiA5C9k/s320/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263323392814856578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun day, but then it took forever to drive home and we were exhausted by then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-6513936879486324140?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/6513936879486324140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=6513936879486324140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6513936879486324140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/6513936879486324140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/churaumi-aquarium.html' title='Churaumi Aquarium'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/SQsWvW9cT7I/AAAAAAAAADA/-U3hx-B5We8/s72-c/Churaumi+Aquarium+%28Kristin%29+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4256137330663744612</id><published>2008-10-30T22:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:38:40.601+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyakuna Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Hyakuna Shogakko's (elementary school's) sports day was Sunday. The weather was nice (the humidity has finally died down and it is a pleasant 70-something degrees daily). I was the English announcer of events, but at lunch the Kyoto-Sensei (vice-principal) asked if Jon wanted to do the afternoon announcements, so he did.&lt;br /&gt;I also ran in the PTA relay race. I had to kick a ball a quarter way around the track... Of course this was no ordinary ball! It was like an elongated football with rounded ends... My team came in last place! I think that was partially due to the fact that instead of a 3-legged race portion (2 people) like the parents, we had a 4-legged race (3 people)! This race was much like a japanese game show, complete with costumes (worn by our 6th grade teacher and the kyoto-sensei). I really love the staff at Hyakuna. We have so much fun together!&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so cute too! The younger kids performed a dance routine and ran races an the older kids performed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eisa_%28dance%29"&gt;eisa&lt;/a&gt; dances and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taiko"&gt;taiko&lt;/a&gt;. There was even a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperial_guardian_lions"&gt;shisa&lt;/a&gt; dance! We got a lot on video so be prepared to watch some soon on here, or when we come home at Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4256137330663744612?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4256137330663744612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4256137330663744612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4256137330663744612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4256137330663744612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/hyakuna-sports-day.html' title='Hyakuna Sports Day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4369904872775449368</id><published>2008-10-30T22:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:27:15.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Dinner #1</title><content type='html'>Thankfully, Jon's work (International Adventure Club) had a Thanksgiving get together last Saturday night. "Thanksgiving in October?" You might be thinking, but most of them are Canadian, so their Thanksgiving is early. It was a potluck, so we brought a salad, and a friend of Chris (the head of IAC) got a turkey and had a friend who owns a restaurant cook it. Among the dishes were sweet potatoes with marshmellows, olives, cheeses breads and salami, and mashed potatoes with gravy! There are about 10 teachers and their families, and we each had to say what we were thankful for before eating. By the time everyone had arrived and spoken, the meal was cold, but it tasted delicious! I was so happy to get to eat turkey! Good turkey too! It was super moist and rivaled my grandma's!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at IAC is really nice and I got to talk to Nick, a former JET. Sounded like JET has changed a lot in the 8 years since he came to Okinawa. All of the other teachers who are married are married to Okinawans, and most of them have little hapanese (half Japanese) children. Most of which are super cute! I will post pics soon, write now I just want to finish posting happenings!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we are going to start a poker night soon with the IAC folks. I would LOVE that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to eat another Thanksgiving dinner on November 16th! The CIR in Urasoe is putting together another potluck so we can show the Okinawans what a Thanksgiving feast is like! I can't wait! I am also considering seeing if Rose will get us a to-go dinner from base. There is a complete Thanksgiving dinner package that supposedly feeds 8-12 for $70. I'm sure Jon would love to have all that extra food around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4369904872775449368?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4369904872775449368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4369904872775449368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4369904872775449368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4369904872775449368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanksgiving-dinner-1.html' title='Thanksgiving Dinner #1'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3529482397672544481</id><published>2008-10-30T21:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:12:24.931+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More from last week...</title><content type='html'>It is impossible to keep up with posting every funny, weird, or good story I have on here! When I get home from work I am pooped! I should just sit down here and write, but instead I browse classifieds to find things like a cat and a fridge. We got a fridge and I have met one cat, but am still going to look at others. I am lonely here at night because Jon works in the evenings, so I want a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, recently Jon and I went on base for the first time. First we went to Camp Foster last Sunday for Foster Fest, which was a small carnival, but quite interesting. It was weird being on base though... Like a mini American in a foreign country. The next day we returned to base to meet Rose (a military wife who has befriended us and told us to call her whenever we want to come on base to eat or buy things) to get pumpkins for the little Japanese kids. She showed us around all over the place and we went to the commissary for pumpkins (even though we didn't have the right passes). We were also very surprised when the guard let us  in the base gate when all I said was we were meeting a friend named Rose and showed our IDs. Rose said that has never happened before! After buying 6 pumpkins for my schools and Ollie's (another JET) schools, we went to the PX. The PX is a  store that is basically like a big Target, but with designer clothes for less than MSRP. Rose thought it was hilarious that we kept oohing and ahhing at all the American goods for sale. It had been 3 months since I'd been in an American store though, can you blame me? I thought it was funny when I bumped into someone and said "Sumimasen" instead of "excuse me" or "sorry"! You'll have to see if I do this when we come back for Christmas! The best part about our base trip was being able to eat Subway for dinner. I miss Subway's turkey sandwiches. I miss Turkey. We stayed on base till after 10pm, closing out the PX and then hitting up Taco Bell on our way out! There are no Taco Bells on Okinawa. I missed being home a little bit while in the PX, but after our 5 our adventure was over and we finally got home (after being in traffic), I was glad to get to rest. I felt like I used to feel after being at Disneyland. I would always think, I had fun, but I am so tired because we would stay so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaio Sensei (the English Coordinator for Chinen) and I made mashed sweet potatoes last week to practice for our cooking class (which I missed today because I am home sick). The sweet potatoes she got were beni-imo (purple sweet potatoes), which looked intersting mashed, but I actually prefer the taste of these to american sweet potatoes. Anyways, they didn't turn out to her liking, so she added butter. The butter was from the teachers' room fridge and tasted awful (it tasted like refrigerator). I thought she was going to through out the last spoonful but Sato Sensei (5th grade teacher) came in and she asked him if he wanted them, in Japanese. She fed him the heaping spoonful of potatoes...  I really felt bad because they were really awful tasting. He gagged on them a few times but swallowed them. I thought she was so mean for doing that! I don't know if I will understand the humor of Japanese people, or perhaps the idea of honor that comes from someone who is willing to eat disqusting food instead of just spitting it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, recently a boy in the Chiba prefecture died at school, during lunch, from choking on a peice of bread. The story is &lt;a href="http://www.japantoday.com/category/national/view/boy-chokes-to-death-on-bread-during-school-lunch"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, with comments from locals (in English) &lt;a href="http://www.japantoday.com/category/national/view/boy-chokes-to-death-on-bread-during-school-lunch"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is just so sad to me. I eat lunch with the students and haven't seen anything quite like this, but I do see the teachers in their corner, doing work, not paying attention to the students, and I have been appalled (at first) at the children who goof around and beat up on each other just about any time and any where on school grounds. We have no teachers on duty during breaks (recess or lunch) and students are always getting hurt. One of the first days of school, a boy fell out of a tree he was climbing (they climb trees and walls all the time) and broke his arm or his leg and hit his head. He was in the hospital at least over night. The school had an assembly and announced after both these incidents about school safety. After the tree incident. the students made signs saying not to climb the trees and hung them on the trees around school. After the choking incident, the school nurse announced to the students the importance of not rushing and chewing their food completely.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if teachers here must be CPR and First Aid certified. It sounds like the boy in Chiba Prefecture would still be alive if they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3529482397672544481?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3529482397672544481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3529482397672544481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3529482397672544481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3529482397672544481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-from-last-week.html' title='More from last week...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-4586203965232872818</id><published>2008-10-22T21:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:32:26.727+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say...</title><content type='html'>I have so much to write about.. This week has been very interesting so far, but I can't stay up and write about it now because I have to train teachers tomorrow on how to run English class with team teaching. I will say however, that I just learned that a 100 minute full body massage is only 7,000 Yen here! That makes me very happy, since I am not used to the hard mattress I now sleep on. I just checked the Hyatt HB's spa page to compare prices and there is no such thing as a one hundred minute massage there! The longest massage is 80 minutes and those range from $175-$190. Anyone care to join me for a spa day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a blog soon with this week's adventures! Some teasers- American Base food, gross mashed sweet potatoes and mean Japanese people, Japan's inefficient emergency training...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-4586203965232872818?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/4586203965232872818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=4586203965232872818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4586203965232872818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/4586203965232872818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384823127875272002.post-3363925994355578203</id><published>2008-10-15T22:43:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:02:08.637+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 36 views?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iconicionic.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/the_great_wave_off_kanagawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://iconicionic.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/the_great_wave_off_kanagawa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you're probably wondering why I named this site "36 Views of Okinawa-Jima"... so now I will answer, or at least attempt to answer your curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;I will start by saying I will probably have many more than just 36 posts, so 36 views doesn't seem a fitting title in that sense. However, in the famous series of woodblock prints "36 Views of Mount Fuji" by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai, the artist conveys 36 views of one subject (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/36_Views_of_Mount_Fuji_%28Hokusai%29"&gt;read about it&lt;/a&gt;), Mount Fuji. "The Great Wave off Kanagawa" is probably the most famous Japanese woodblock, and certainly is my favorite piece.&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to ponder and reflect upon Okinawa in the same manner as Hokusai, examining this strange new land from as many angles as I can. I will post these ponderings here.&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished reading a book by the title "36 Views of Mount Fuji" by Cathy Davidson. I enjoyed this book as an insight to Japan's culture, written by a westerner. She also taught English here, so I can relate to this woman on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, I hope this answer eases any confusion the title created!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384823127875272002-3363925994355578203?l=pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/feeds/3363925994355578203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6384823127875272002&amp;postID=3363925994355578203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3363925994355578203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384823127875272002/posts/default/3363925994355578203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattersonworldtour.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-36-views.html' title='Why 36 views?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16399470888350976777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwJm1sd_dSg/Senlr5Rw83I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ycj_eJjZwZc/S220/_MG_0914.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
