Karaoke Dreams

If you hadn’t heard (the name sort of gives it away) karaoke is sort of a big deal here. In Britain, where karaoke is mostly the province of the very bold and/or inebriated, it might be surprising to hear how common it is. Going out after school with friends? Karaoke. Work party? Karaoke. Missed the last train home? Ka-ra-oke.

The system is pretty straight forward. You get your room and call down to order food and drinks – there are often all-you-can-drink (nomihodai) offers – or extend your time. Just don’t plan on speaking much the next day if you really make the most of it!

Karaoke is by no means something that only the young enjoy. It definitely took me by surprise, seeing groups of suited-up business people ordering their karaoke room. Thinking about it though, there is so much more here for the older generations to do in terms of social activities. The feeling I get is that there is less pressure for adults here to take themselves so seriously (outside of work), unlike in the U.K. – especially for women. In a culture where self-expression is very different to that of western countries, there seems to be much less judgement when it comes to participation and silliness.

The way Japan caters to the older generation is perhaps to be expected with such a drastically ageing population. On top of this, the lingering expectations for women here mean that there are lots of activities geared towards attracting housewives.

Anyway, our karaoke trip consisted of: an accidental order of all the fries ever, a lot of Jamaican and Disney songs, as well as some karaoke classics from Ricky Martin, Vanessa Carlton, and The Killers. Needless to say, after a night of karaoke and a week of voice projecting in a summer-heat-sleepy class, by the next weekend I sounded like the local frogs.


Gifu City

I am cringing over how old these drafted posts are. My bad, please forgive.

My first weekend excursion took me to Gifu City with Nelson and Mai. We took our time getting there; after an exhausting week and the summer heat, on top of which Mai was fasting for Ramadan, we were in no rush!

Gifu city is a great day trip from Nagoya, with a good handful of things to do: the mountains, the castle, shrines, temples, parks, several museums, a giant buddha, a squirrel sanctuary… and some decent shopping options. For us though, our late start and easy-day plan meant we were just in it for the castle.


Gifu Castle, on the strategic heights of Inaba mountain, was initially and terribly originally called Inabayama-jō, or “Inaba mountain castle” (the tiny white speck on the mountain in the picture above). The name of the castle and province was changed in 1567, when it was taken by Oda Nobunaga (daimyo of Owari province in the Sengoku Period, and one of three well-known founders of the Tokugawa shogunate). The name is taken from the gi in Qishan, the first capital of the Zhou Dynasty in China, indicating Oda’s intentions to unify Japan. Gifu acted as the base of his operations, and did well from it.

Oda’s residence, Senjō-jiki (“one thousand tatami mats”) was at the base of the mountain, which is now a beautiful park where we enjoyed wandering and photographing (and the relative shade). Kids with nets leaned precariously over the little streams to catch insects, while fish moved slow and heavy through the water, much like us through the park.

When we had lingered long enough in the gardens, we caught the funicular up the mountain, watching the ground drop away beneath us and fanning ourselves desperately in the heat trap (and grimacing every time the unnecessarily loud and nasal conductor spoke).

The castle as it is today is actually a reconstruction; the original was damaged beyond repair during the fire-bombings of WWII. It has since been converted into a relatively small but interesting museum. The artefacts were wonderful (including a whole array of ninja weapons, and some hilariously awkward portraits). The main draw however, is the incredible view from the top over the city and surrounding mountains and river.


Nelson was particularly keen to go to the squirrel sanctuary (…no comment) but unfortunately it closed earlier than we expected, so it’s been relegated to the next trip. Instead we did a bit of shopping for omiage (upcoming link) in the castle shop, and I spent an inadvisable amount of money on local honey and a pack of beautiful origami paper to fuel my paper crane habit. In the time between drafting this post and finishing it, I have finished those cranes and also a whole other pack from a local shop…its getting out of hand.

Thrown to the (Little) Lions

So, several months later and about to start my second term, I’m finally getting round to telling you about the start of my first term at school.

With so many schools I had three days of ‘first days’ in one week (with two of my mountain schools on the second). For these days my trainer (C-san) co-attended to help me settle in.

The relationship between my schools and the last ALT wasn’t brilliant and she’d had to leave in the middle of term, so it helped to have C-san there to smooth over any issues. From then on it would be up to me to repair and strengthen the relationship with the schools. It’s lucky that years of experience in the service industry plus patriarchal expectations of women has me set on default smile.

Having C-san co-attending was a great way to get me used to things through example (as I’m a visual learner), despite being slightly intimidating as he is a very good teacher. However, it’s important when first starting…anything, really…to remember that there are always going to be people better and worse at it than you, which I tried to keep in mind for those few days.

It’s a very different dynamic teaching as a duo, but it definitely helped to get me used to the classroom environment! It was also great fun, and not something you get to do most of the time as an ALT (at least, not with another ALT).
C-san uses a comedy style to teach, so the kids have fun and relax enough that they feel comfortable trying to use the language. He uses the Manzai comedy style, which generally has two performers – a tsukkomi (the serious one) and the boke (the funny one) which has a long history in Japan but is now largely associated with the Kansai region and Kansai-ben – the Kansai dialect.
Sometimes C-san leads the kids to say something in the style of the boke so he can react as the tsukkomi, but more often he plays the boke (this also happens a lot unintentionally because he is quite accident prone) and the kids are generally on point about laying into him as the tsukkomi. I enjoyed working together with him using Manzai because I got to play the tsukkomi!

It’s interesting to find out just how many factors influence teaching style: your own personality, the way the society views you, your perceived gender, the way you look…it goes on. My trainer is male and an American Asian, he has a great understanding of Japanese culture and comedy, and is able to use it very effectively in the classroom. For him this works brilliantly, but for me it’s not always an option. As a foreign woman, they expect me to act cute (*throws up in mouth*). In the time I’ve had teaching so far, I have found I can be silly with them, partly because I am a massive klutz and therefore often accidentally comedic (I managed to get my trousers hooked on the chalk drawer once and got loose chalk all over my bum) – but it still has to have that element of cuteness to go across well.

Luckily I am British and have perfected the ability to smother my self-loathing in layers of sarcasm.

Meeting the Rabble

I was back in the office the day after the move (Saturday), leaving my apartment in the barely-moved-in shambles you might expect (or just expect anyway if you know me).

All the Seto ALTs had been called in for a refresher training day, as we were mid-way through term, which gave me the perfect chance to get to know a few people in my area right off the bat.

The training was focused on getting an experience of each other’s teaching styles and bouncing around ideas for activities. The main focus was geared towards helping us experience how it feels to be the student in an immersive language context, and to learn to put aside awkwardness in front of the students: learning to ‘stay in character’.

Seeing the others in character was excellent – especially the way Macky (Jamaica) switched between her very blunt (and wonderful) natural delivery, to the hyper-enthusiastic fun-generator needed for class. It was magical, not to mention funny, to watch.

A lot of the others were pretty annoyed at having to go into the office on a weekend, especially as many of them live way out in the Seto ward, so it’s a bit of a trek (it takes me 2 trains and just over 30 mins and I live mid-way!). Once we were finished, spirits were much improved by the decision to go for sushi afterwards.

There are some really good kaitenzushi (conveyor-belt sushi) places here, good quality and much more reasonably priced than the sushi-ya (sushi restaurants).

This one was unfortunately not one of the better ones.

The staff, no doubt mightily alarmed by the huge group of gaijins that traipsed in, decided it was for the best that we were seated in two groups on opposite sides of the restaurant…can’t blame them all that much to be honest.

Despite the so-so sushi and the division of the group, it was nice to get to know the others, and to be surrounded by such a variety of people: American, Egyptian-Canadian, Australian, Jamaican, Filipino, Irish – quite the mix!

After sushi we split up, and I headed into Sakae accompanied by Nelson (America) and Mai (Canada/Egypt). Phone was once more spectacularly not sorted. But we did do some wandering in Osu and found a fantastic okonomiyaki place!

IMG_0812The road we generally take into Osu from Sakae.

IMG_0821Okonomiyaki arrives!

IMG_0826After six years of okonomiyaki deprivation, this was the perfect reunion!

IMG_0828The staff here were incredibly nice and gave us little booklets about the area (weirdly narrated by the local idol group). 

I can’t remember the name of the restaurant but I will find out and update here when I do!

Choosing my Home for a Year(ish)

Having not had much info about apartments, it turned out the process was a simple one. I sat down with one of the Interac OL’s (office ladies) who showed me several options to choose from on a map.

One of my options was a shared accommodation arrangement in a Freebell apartment. I went to check it out and met the girl I would potentially be sharing with, but in the end I decided I would much rather have my own space.

This was before the 110th change to my placement, after which the Freebell option wouldn’t have worked anyway. *sigh*

I ended up going with a well-known company for individual apartments across Japan: Leo Palace. From my experience and what I’ve heard from others, the Leo Palace is 100% worth the little bit extra you pay to be living alone. Judging by the other place I saw, the quality is definitely better than the Freebell apartments.

Rather than get a place close to my schools but far from the city, or vice versa, I chose an in-between area. Though I didn’t realise it at the time, it was a good choice regarding the trains, as it’s the last stop for the express train into Sakae (the main entertainment district).

The express/semi-express (or rapid in some cities) stations, as well as the distance from your apartment to the station, are big things to bear in mind when choosing your apartment. It takes me around 10 mins to walk to the station, which would normally be fine, but in the summer heat it has been killer – especially when I’ve had to rush to catch the train (often).

The upside of living a little bit further from the station is that I’m surrounded by allotments and rice paddies (and the frog chorus!), with a balcony to enjoy it from.


Make the Next One Happy

I’ve been told by my friend and fellow ALT, Nelson, that my titles are too depressing and I should ‘make the next one happy’. Well, there you go.

So, my placement. The whole painful process went something like this:

A couple of weeks before the flight – Placement: Tokai, Nagoya;
A week before the flight – Tokai contract fell through, possibly Osaka (over-excitement because Osaka);
A few days before the flight – Not Osaka. Told “Don’t worry” (?????);
First two days of training – Placement: Ogaki, junior high school and elementary school;
Third day of training…

When we came in for the third day we were taken individually to speak with the manager. At this point we were told that the area Tom was assigned to had decided that they wanted a female teacher.

Change number gazillion: Placed in Seto Ward, teaching elementary school.

So yeah, all pretty stressful, but being a very cool, calm and collected Brit I definitely didn’t get completely fed-up and try to quit so I could go and work at an eikaiwa (language school) instead… Definitely not… The big changes I posted about a while ago were in relation to this. (I was very pissed off, but it was all sorted out in the end!)

I’m working in five elementary schools, and start at a sixth (special needs) school come September. I can’t name the schools for confidentiality reasons, but will nickname them (with a mixture of numbers and letters because I want to watch the world burn):

School A
School B
These two are the biggest schools I work at and the ones I am at most frequently.

Mountain School 1
Mountain School 2
I have these two on the same day and have to get a taxi from the station, between them, and back to the station. (this was originally a driving position, but as I don’t have a license… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mountain School 3
I have to get a taxi to this one too, but I only have it once a fortnight.

So now you all know what I’m teaching/where I’m teaching! And it took me less than two months! Not bad.

Turning Back the Time

Going back, I’m going to work from my post about moving to purin heaven! (Goodness I miss being so close to the purin!)

I didn’t meet the other trainee until the next morning (Monday 6th June). He only arrived late that night, after a horrendous travel experience. His first flight had been delayed, meaning a 6 hour stopover in China turned into a 5 minute sprint to the gate to catch his connecting flight to Tokyo.
Can you guess what couldn’t run as fast as he could to the connecting flight? You got it: his luggage.
This human being has possibly the worst luck I have ever heard of (sorry Tom if you’re reading, but at least it means your ability to sarcasm is now on point!)

Future Interac-er’s (and all travellers really), take from this these two important lessons:
1) Always arrive earlier than needed (e.g. for training/a job) in a country when you’re going to be jetlagged af!
2) Always bring the essentials in a carry on!

As he wasn’t around in the evening, I popped a note under his door (it wasn’t creepy guys, okay!) to let him know what time I’d be leaving in the morning so we could head to the office together – and it worked! A victory for pens and paper.

I had assumed that there would be other trainees staying at a different hotel, but as it turned out it was just the two of us. This made for a very intensive and overwhelming four days of training, mixed with a drug screening (at the office) and a chest X-ray (to make sure we didn’t have TB – we were taken to a clinic by an Interac staff member).

Little did we know what a stress rollercoaster that week would turn out to be…!

[Aside: Apologies if I go into seemingly unnecessary detail about some things, generally they will be about the company/work, targeting any future Interac employees wondering about this process. I struggled to get info from Interac about what the situation would be once I got here, so I’m hoping to fill some of the gaps!]