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T-24 days
I have so much I want to write about but nary the time/energy-complex to organize it... Bah...
I hate packing. I haven't even started and I hate it all over again. Last time, packing went really, really well. Surprisingly well. I'm convinced it was because I was moving here, to the place I chose, to a place I wanted to be. I can't quite bring myself to feel that way about Moriyama.
Though, hopefully, rents will be cheap enough that losing my housing subsidy (don't get too excited, it only covers about half the difference in rent from my place in Ehime) in August shouldn't decrease my spendable income. But then again, I still have NOT A CLUE how much that might be...
But I did recently learn that some of the famous Kyoto universities (such as Ritsumeikaikan and Doushiki--bah, I can't remember if that's correct right now) moved their main campuses to Shiga-at-least-and-possibly-Moriyama. So in addition to the Catholic women's college, there may be other places that I may be able to try to get a part-time job at...
Also, recent investigations yielded the fact that my future school, let's call it MYD2 for short (which may or may not be further abbreviated to MY2 or just M2), has a student roster of 59 monthlies--indicating the tuition payment interval, the alternative being yearly (for the moment). Now, starting from this month all codomo (kids') contracts are supposed to switch to monthly, but there are still many on the yearly scheme so all this number tells me is that there are *at least* 59 screaming, shitting brats at that school. Whether they are all mine, I have no idea or evidence. I also don't know if there's a Japanese teacher also there.
But! I have decided that I shall become a master of teaching English to screaming, shitting brats--come hell or high water--and MYD2/MY2/M2 (which shall retain it's designation as Dai-2 here even after being subsumed by the regular [adults'] school to indicate that it's [and therefor my] student body is exclusively composed of children) shall be my experimental population. I will then later use these m4d ski11z to train my own army of multi-lingual and highly-educated adopted-child-revolutionaries who will change the world for the better and also substantiate the second generation of my longed-for huge extended family of ... "professional" people ... raised at my orphanage-boardingschool-castle-complex! BwaHaHaHaHa!!!!
Although first I need to pack. And mostly the reason I really don't feel like packing right now is this stupid ladder which I've been using as a partial shelf-system and this stupid table whose only good place is jammed right in front of aforementioned stupid ladder and has collected stuff underneath it and about it's legs and needs to be moved in order for me to ascend to the loft where my packing boxes from last time are stored. (I'll need to get more of those, too, but apparently I can ask at the grocery...) If I can overcome that, then I can at least pack my books and have that out of the way to organise the other packing. Please, god, please, let my next apartment not be so hateful as this one...
I think that's all I have the wherewithal to type about just now. Except I wanted to add that a recent favorite snack is comprised of cut pineapple, cow-milk-yogurt (it comes in 450cl tubs!) and frosted flakes. It is yummy and refreshing and just sweet enough. I recommend it to all of you for your gustative pleasure.
ETAs : I know children aren't *only* screaming, shitting brats but calling them that here from time to time helps throw that fact into contrast with occasional perceptions and cetera...
Cleared the path to the loft and readied some boxes. Since I'm trying to be optimistic and encouraging with myself, we'll count that as "packing" for the sake of my organizational calendar tonight.
T-24 days
I have so much I want to write about but nary the time/energy-complex to organize it... Bah...
I hate packing. I haven't even started and I hate it all over again. Last time, packing went really, really well. Surprisingly well. I'm convinced it was because I was moving here, to the place I chose, to a place I wanted to be. I can't quite bring myself to feel that way about Moriyama.
Though, hopefully, rents will be cheap enough that losing my housing subsidy (don't get too excited, it only covers about half the difference in rent from my place in Ehime) in August shouldn't decrease my spendable income. But then again, I still have NOT A CLUE how much that might be...
But I did recently learn that some of the famous Kyoto universities (such as Ritsumeikaikan and Doushiki--bah, I can't remember if that's correct right now) moved their main campuses to Shiga-at-least-and-possibly-Moriyama. So in addition to the Catholic women's college, there may be other places that I may be able to try to get a part-time job at...
Also, recent investigations yielded the fact that my future school, let's call it MYD2 for short (which may or may not be further abbreviated to MY2 or just M2), has a student roster of 59 monthlies--indicating the tuition payment interval, the alternative being yearly (for the moment). Now, starting from this month all codomo (kids') contracts are supposed to switch to monthly, but there are still many on the yearly scheme so all this number tells me is that there are *at least* 59 screaming, shitting brats at that school. Whether they are all mine, I have no idea or evidence. I also don't know if there's a Japanese teacher also there.
But! I have decided that I shall become a master of teaching English to screaming, shitting brats--come hell or high water--and MYD2/MY2/M2 (which shall retain it's designation as Dai-2 here even after being subsumed by the regular [adults'] school to indicate that it's [and therefor my] student body is exclusively composed of children) shall be my experimental population. I will then later use these m4d ski11z to train my own army of multi-lingual and highly-educated adopted-child-revolutionaries who will change the world for the better and also substantiate the second generation of my longed-for huge extended family of ... "professional" people ... raised at my orphanage-boardingschool-castle-complex! BwaHaHaHaHa!!!!
Although first I need to pack. And mostly the reason I really don't feel like packing right now is this stupid ladder which I've been using as a partial shelf-system and this stupid table whose only good place is jammed right in front of aforementioned stupid ladder and has collected stuff underneath it and about it's legs and needs to be moved in order for me to ascend to the loft where my packing boxes from last time are stored. (I'll need to get more of those, too, but apparently I can ask at the grocery...) If I can overcome that, then I can at least pack my books and have that out of the way to organise the other packing. Please, god, please, let my next apartment not be so hateful as this one...
I think that's all I have the wherewithal to type about just now. Except I wanted to add that a recent favorite snack is comprised of cut pineapple, cow-milk-yogurt (it comes in 450cl tubs!) and frosted flakes. It is yummy and refreshing and just sweet enough. I recommend it to all of you for your gustative pleasure.
ETAs : I know children aren't *only* screaming, shitting brats but calling them that here from time to time helps throw that fact into contrast with occasional perceptions and cetera...
Cleared the path to the loft and readied some boxes. Since I'm trying to be optimistic and encouraging with myself, we'll count that as "packing" for the sake of my organizational calendar tonight.
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