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Culture Shock and Routine

Sorry for the delay guys, school started and I was freaking a bit, so I just sort of...forgot to post stuff. My bad! But I'm starting to get a routine now, so here it is:

6:30 am-wake up and get dressed in my supremely awesome uniform. Eat breakfast (usually bread and jam) and get ready for school

7:00 am-out the door and down to the station where I catch the 7:13 train

7:13-7:40- riding the rails. Usually standing with my annoyingly heavy one-shoulder bag. Good thing I'm used to heavy school bag weight, I thank CPS for that.

8:00-arrive at school, head up to my classroom and just sort of hang out.

8:25- school starts, and every morning we have this Buddhist prayer thing with chanting and this rosary-type thing. Monday mornings we have a longer one where we go into an auditorium with everyone. (I did mention my school was Buddhist, right?)

3:30-school's over. I have six classes everyday, and lunch, naturally (my mom makes me obentos! yay!) I walk to the station with a few classmates since we get on the same train.

4:30- get home, since it takes about twenty minutes to walk to the station and then about thirty-five home. I haven't joined any clubs yet, so I have free time.

8:00-usually when dinner is, so I just hang out until then. Then after dinner we shower and I'm usually trying to sleep by around 11:00 pm.

That's my usual weekday (and Saturday! GAH SCHOOL ON SATURDAY THE HORROR!)
Then yesterday was this festival (that not even my host family knows the name of). It was in Sugamo, which someone described as "old people's Harajuku" and it was true that old people were abundant there.


THAT essentially happened for three hours, with immense cheering everytime sake was offered. It was interesting, but heck if I understood what it was for. The thing they're carrying is a mikoshi, essentially a portable shrine.

And that's what's going on in the world of Claire. Coming up in a few weeks is my school's School Festival! CAN'T WAIT!

Comments

  1. Every single post you make has me wanting to turn your life into a manga. :)

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  2. Ethan I miss you :) and Claire, if you wrote a post describing your classes I would find it terribly interesting!! Is it hard, since you don't speak fluently? Have you been really learning a lot?

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  3. I like that idea Ethan. I would totoly read that( in a mater of min. ) but still I would!

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