Catching up
I just found out that everyone in the states is on vacation celebrating Labor Day. Somehow it slipped through the cracks in my mind and now that I am sitting here on a Tuesday at work I am kicking myself for thinking that I'd be able to wake up early and catch a few people on the phone.
Everyone I try to talk to is completely drunk right now. Good times America, good times indeed.
So I took a second to catch up on a few posts that didn't make it online but were written in the previous week. I should have my very own internet connection within a week or so if all goes as planned. Well, that is if I can somehow negotiate my way through a phone conversation in broken Japanese/English to try and get a service guy out to hook up my apartment. That should be a source of hilarity if I've ever seen one coming right for me.
I'd like to take a moment to tell you about a student that seems intent on my destruction. Brian and I are taking a few students out to the beach to teach surfing as an elective. I don't know how long this will last because of school politics and such, but for the meantime it is a great way to leave early on Friday and have a school sanctioned moment in the waves. Last Friday was the first running of the newbies and it proved to be an adventure and the start of this kid's focused campaign to 'off' me.
The surf wasn't all that big, but there was a long-shore current that was pretty strong. I showed the kids which way it was going before we paddled out but somehow one of them still got moved over towards a bit of a rock outcropping. If he had stayed outside he wouldn't have had a problem but he was intent on catching waves so he kept getting deeper and closer to the exposed rocks. I moved over towards him and alerted him to the situation yet he was not alarmed in the least bit. He thought everything was fine and didn't heed my calls to paddle out of there. He kept saying, "but it's hard to paddle."
A set came through and he got completely pushed into the rocks and was just standing there with the board banging around behind him. He couldn't get out by himself and I went in after him. Of course, I consulted the Red Cross rescue handbook and noted that the first rule is: Your own safety first. Whoops. Anyway, I got in there, calmed him down and with Brian's help we got him to paddle out into a cove and onto the sand. When we reached the shore he noticed that he had a long scratch down the front of his leg that was bleeding everywhere. I had cut open the bottom of my foot and that was filling with sand too. He looked at me and said, "wow, surfing is dangerous." I almost slapped him and called him a moron for putting me into that situation.
Surfing isn't dangerous, but when you act like an idiot you can get hurt. I tried to make a life-lesson out of it for him, but I think the amout of salt-water he had swallowed was making him gag and he couldn't really hear my lecture.
Oh, but didn't I say that he was trying to off me? Right, last night I was riding along a bridge to this store and there were a few pedestrians in the way. I rang my bell and one of the people just walked into my path. I almost took it over the edge of the bridge to avoid a collision and when I looked back guess who it was that I saw.
Anyway, I hope your hangovers aren't too bad. Read through the earlier two posts as well, I know you're bored and don't really want to do any work right now.
Everyone I try to talk to is completely drunk right now. Good times America, good times indeed.
So I took a second to catch up on a few posts that didn't make it online but were written in the previous week. I should have my very own internet connection within a week or so if all goes as planned. Well, that is if I can somehow negotiate my way through a phone conversation in broken Japanese/English to try and get a service guy out to hook up my apartment. That should be a source of hilarity if I've ever seen one coming right for me.
I'd like to take a moment to tell you about a student that seems intent on my destruction. Brian and I are taking a few students out to the beach to teach surfing as an elective. I don't know how long this will last because of school politics and such, but for the meantime it is a great way to leave early on Friday and have a school sanctioned moment in the waves. Last Friday was the first running of the newbies and it proved to be an adventure and the start of this kid's focused campaign to 'off' me.
The surf wasn't all that big, but there was a long-shore current that was pretty strong. I showed the kids which way it was going before we paddled out but somehow one of them still got moved over towards a bit of a rock outcropping. If he had stayed outside he wouldn't have had a problem but he was intent on catching waves so he kept getting deeper and closer to the exposed rocks. I moved over towards him and alerted him to the situation yet he was not alarmed in the least bit. He thought everything was fine and didn't heed my calls to paddle out of there. He kept saying, "but it's hard to paddle."
A set came through and he got completely pushed into the rocks and was just standing there with the board banging around behind him. He couldn't get out by himself and I went in after him. Of course, I consulted the Red Cross rescue handbook and noted that the first rule is: Your own safety first. Whoops. Anyway, I got in there, calmed him down and with Brian's help we got him to paddle out into a cove and onto the sand. When we reached the shore he noticed that he had a long scratch down the front of his leg that was bleeding everywhere. I had cut open the bottom of my foot and that was filling with sand too. He looked at me and said, "wow, surfing is dangerous." I almost slapped him and called him a moron for putting me into that situation.
Surfing isn't dangerous, but when you act like an idiot you can get hurt. I tried to make a life-lesson out of it for him, but I think the amout of salt-water he had swallowed was making him gag and he couldn't really hear my lecture.
Oh, but didn't I say that he was trying to off me? Right, last night I was riding along a bridge to this store and there were a few pedestrians in the way. I rang my bell and one of the people just walked into my path. I almost took it over the edge of the bridge to avoid a collision and when I looked back guess who it was that I saw.
Anyway, I hope your hangovers aren't too bad. Read through the earlier two posts as well, I know you're bored and don't really want to do any work right now.
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