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No, I do NOT want any Free Paper

Today was the second time in a week AFS got me out of school. Unlike the previous day, I still had to get up at my usual ungodly hour to make it to the station where I was meeting my LP. And it still took three trains and an hour to get where we were going.

Today we (Huang, Valeria and I) were going to talk to a group of mothers (25 of them, maybe?) who are interested in having their kids be exchange students in the future about well, being an exchange student. We were driven to a fire department (I'm 99% certain of that) of all places, where there was a meeting room. We introduced ourselves to the entire group, but then split up into three smaller tables with two half-hour rotations. (So each of us went to two different tables.) Mostly they asked questions about my experiences in Japan; what food I liked, was school fun etc. Pertaining to being an exchange student in general? Not as much as I thought it would, but they were enthusiastic and attentive so it was time well-spent I suppose.

In the downtime while the AFS Saitama Chapter President was wrapping some stuff up, Valeria and I went to the small park across the street and became small children again.

(Artistically crooked image?)

Being mature is so much fun!

After the event, the AFS group took us out to lunch. Feast your eyes upon the dessert I had:
Valeria and I joked, "Let's get fat together!" since we both had large desserts. We also made plans for next Saturday, when for once I'm going to crash Valeria's party and go make mochi and go to a sento (public bath). Exciting times!

After lunch we bid adieu to the AFS people and went to Oomiya station, where we took more purikura and played a guitar-hero like drum game. Then we went shopping and found a store where they have christmas cards that light up and sing.
*sniff* Christmas...

While we were walking into the department store, one of the people who tries to hand out fliers approached us. Usually what you do is ignore them and just keep walking, but this guy--pegging us as (quite obviously) foreign--came up and said, "Do you want some free paper?" It was quite obviously a brochure for something or another. We tried the ignoring trick, but he kept pace with us and said, "It's very interesting, take it!" and other such stuff. We had to say a few times (firmly!) in Japanese that no, we were all right, before he got the picture and left.

And that's what's going on in the Life of Claire.


  1. That sounds like an exciting day. I would definitely come visit and get fat with you, except I think my parents might object... and my wallet... Minor things.


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