{"id":400,"date":"2011-02-14T23:59:30","date_gmt":"2011-02-14T14:59:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/life-in-japan\/life-in-japan\/?p=400"},"modified":"2011-04-25T00:18:04","modified_gmt":"2011-04-24T15:18:04","slug":"happy-valentines-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/?p=400","title":{"rendered":"Happy Valentine&#8217;s Day!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/life-in-japan\/journal\/archives\/IMG_1870.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"IMG_1870 (89k image)\" width=\"480\" height=\"640\" \/><br \/>\n{{popup IMG_1870.jpg IMG_1870 480&#215;640}}Best Valentine&#8217;s Card Ever&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>God bless Valentine&#8217;s Day in Japan. It&#8217;s a country built entirely up on girls giving candy to boys. I happen to be a male teacher with about 300 students, 60-70% are female. This just works out so awesomely for me. Where it fails miserably is when March rolls around, and we have &#8216;White Day&#8217;, March 11th, where men must give something to women. Typically at about 3x the cost.<\/p>\n<p>Not fun. Not fun at all. But for those of us who can live in the short term (and are currently on a sugar high), it&#8217;s just the most awesome thing ever! Above you will see an absolutely adorable Valentine&#8217;s Day note (though I don&#8217;t imagine she&#8217;d be terribly thrilled to know it&#8217;s online, but hey.. no one will know).<\/p>\n<p>The odd thing is that I don&#8217;t even really know the girl that well (she&#8217;s a first year high school student, and I don&#8217;t teach her, though I&#8217;ve seen her in the hall and give her candy when she comes to the office). Gonna have to say &#8216;no&#8217; on the giving out my e-mail address thing, though. But I did do pretty well so far on candies, cookies, and cakes. My record for last year was 23, though.. we&#8217;re working on beating that record.<\/p>\n<p>In other news: one of the unique parts of my job is constantly meeting people who know me for some reason or another, but I have absolutely no clue who they are. Not exactly &#8216;unique&#8217;, per-se, but definitely an odd quirk of my job. By virtue of being American, people sometimes feel that I&#8217;m ready and available to talk at any time, even if we&#8217;ve never met (frankly, I am, so it&#8217;s not a problem). But sometimes there are moments where a student who goes to a school I work at, or WENT to a school I work at, or has met me for some reason or another, approaches me out of the blue. They know me. They know details about me. I have <em>no clue<\/em> who they are. But I pretend. Gotta be friendly, y&#8217;know?<\/p>\n<p>That happened today! While I was buying candy for my high school students (as I&#8217;ve mentioned, I leave candy on my desk to bribe students to come to the office more and actually use English), a woman walks up to me. When someone I don&#8217;t know approaches me and seems to know me, I&#8217;ll greet them in English. Why? It&#8217;s not that Japanese is hard, but rather that I need to know how I know them. Everyone in Japan speaks Japanese. Not so many speak decent English. If they can carry a conversation in English, that limits who they are.<\/p>\n<p>The girl today passed the English test, but only so-so. Then we need to find out how she knows me. She doesn&#8217;t know my name (maybe she saw me on TV?), but she knows I was planning on moving (I didn&#8217;t tell many people that; we must&#8217;ve talked). She&#8217;s early-mid 20s (not a HS student, nor a recent graduate of high school), and working (definitely not a student). She suggests going out for coffee, then takes me phone and inputs her number (must feel pretty comfortable to give someone her phone number). Asks how my studying&#8217;s going (knows I study every week).<\/p>\n<p>After 3 or so hours puzzling <strong>who<\/strong> she is (I usually remember faces, especially of someone I obviously spoke to) before finally figuring out that she&#8217;s.. dear god.. the girl from the Jehovah&#8217;s Witnesses. Suddenly it all makes sense. I met them last summer and barely managed to get out of their clique with my life (feigned being insanely busy and swore I didn&#8217;t know my phone number). I suddenly remember that when she took my phone to put the number in, she clicked &#8216;send&#8217; to dial her phone.. thereby getting my cell number.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;. <em><strong>Dear. God.<\/strong><\/em> What have I done?<\/p>\n<p>Ah well. What can ya do, huh?<\/p>\n<p>Anyway.. just felt like writing a bit of random stuff today. Tired of being so emo and depressing. Though I&#8217;m not too satisfied with the plan, I&#8217;ve made a new plan for my life, got a direction to set myself on, and like it or not, I&#8217;m gonna give it hell.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll update in the next day or so with more youtube videos of my awesome tv appearances!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> {{popup IMG_1870.jpg IMG_1870 480&#215;640}}Best Valentine&#8217;s Card Ever&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>God bless Valentine&#8217;s Day in Japan. It&#8217;s a country built entirely up on girls giving candy to boys. I happen to be a male teacher with about 300 students, 60-70% are female. This just works out so awesomely for me. Where it fails miserably is when March rolls around, and we have &#8216;White Day&#8217;, March 11th, where men must give something to women. Typically at about 3x the cost.<\/p>\n<p>Not fun. Not fun at all. But for those of us who can live in the short term (and are currently <span style=\"color:#777\"> . . . &rarr; Read More: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/?p=400\">Happy Valentine&#8217;s Day!<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=400"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":854,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400\/revisions\/854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jrem.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}