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Opening Ceremonies
Sep. 3rd, 2012 10:17 pmToday was the opening ceremony at my first junior high school!
I started off the day in the most professional way possible by forgetting when I needed to leave from my apartment. Luckily I woke up early (compared to when I thought I was supposed to leave), and had just enough time to grab all my things and race out the door. I managed to avoid being late and spent the rest of the day being shuffled around from one office to the next as they tried to decide what to do with me in my free time.
By the time it was nearly eleven, they finally shuffled me off to the gymnasium with all of the students for the opening ceremonies.
When I understood that despite being offered a chair, there was no way to politely accept, I realized in horror that I had made a terrible mistake in my choice of footwear. I wore a suit and the heels that went with it. And stood. And stood. And stood some more.
The only time I was able to escape my vertical prison was to go up on stage and say a few quick words to the students in English and Japanese. I was a little nervous, but it went over well enough! (I almost tripped going up the stairs that seemed to be made one for mountain men and similar giants, though.)
I spent the rest of the day fending off comments of, "Kawaiiiii!" every time I opened my mouth.
My kids are amazing. <3
I started off the day in the most professional way possible by forgetting when I needed to leave from my apartment. Luckily I woke up early (compared to when I thought I was supposed to leave), and had just enough time to grab all my things and race out the door. I managed to avoid being late and spent the rest of the day being shuffled around from one office to the next as they tried to decide what to do with me in my free time.
By the time it was nearly eleven, they finally shuffled me off to the gymnasium with all of the students for the opening ceremonies.
When I understood that despite being offered a chair, there was no way to politely accept, I realized in horror that I had made a terrible mistake in my choice of footwear. I wore a suit and the heels that went with it. And stood. And stood. And stood some more.
The only time I was able to escape my vertical prison was to go up on stage and say a few quick words to the students in English and Japanese. I was a little nervous, but it went over well enough! (I almost tripped going up the stairs that seemed to be made one for mountain men and similar giants, though.)
I spent the rest of the day fending off comments of, "Kawaiiiii!" every time I opened my mouth.
My kids are amazing. <3
