本音

I've been frustrated again with Matchan this week. Not news, I know. But I did sit down Tuesday and write out a letter to her saying everything I'd really like to say to her. I won't give it to her, but I did write as if I was going to give it to her, doing my darndest to make it objective and unemotional. It was cathartic, though, and helped me clarify a bunch of thoughts that were indistinct before writing them down. Tomorrow night we're meeting for dinner, see. 'Cause she never has time to talk to me for more than 15 seconds at school (and usually I have to initiate the conversation). But see, she needs to explain the Japanese education system to me or whatever, and I need to get a few things off my chest, as well, so... We're gonna have a chat. Writing this letter helped me organize my thoughts a bit... Here 'tis:

( Dear Matchan... )

So, whaddya think? You'd think all that stuff was common sense, wouldn't you? Well, apparently it isn't. Not in Japan, anyway.

So yeah. Tomorrow night, we dance, she and I. Though I'll do my darndest to keep it non-confrontational. And I am actually curious to hear what she thinks I should know about education in Japan. Wish me luck.