"Mine?Mine?Mine?!"
It is POURING buckets out the window. I'm talkin' sheets of rain, and the wind is blowing in heavy bursts and sounds like someone is occasionally smacking the side of the school building.
The Kocho-sensei (principal) just brought a large tin of omiyage goodies to the staff table. Is it wrong that I live for that now? I am usually the last person to go to the box or basket or beautifully wrapped and layered tin of edible souvenirs from a fellow teacher's weekend excursion. I don't want to seem greedy.
However, deep inside I am the person at your party that eats all of the brie. I am the one that hovers over the "help yourself" mints and shoves a handful into her pocket. I am the girl who, when in high school, drove to the Cabot creamery and Lake Champlain Chocolates outlet/tourism center to "eat lunch" by toothpicking cubes of aged cheddars and dipping crackers into Maple mustards.
So the omiyage phenomenon tests my will. I have been good so far today, I only took one of the little, soft, creme filled biscuits from the tin...
but O how I want another! It isn't a matter of watching what I eat, but rather, a diplomacy issue. If the United States is already known as the selfish, "free"-sample-devourer of the world, I'd rather not encourage that impression with my need to eat biscuits when they are set in front of me.
Suddenly it stopped raining. But the world still seems dark. When I look out the window, I have to look over an older math teacher's head. He tends to think I am staring at him and looks up. He is the one who asked me if I had a twin. We have an awkward relationship to say the least.
He just got one of the Kocho-sensei's omiyage and is slurping away at the creme-filling. Thank you, sir...not hungry anymore.
posted by Ashuri @ 7:22 PM
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Awesome, I'm pretty sure my colleagues stopped telling me anytime there is an omiyage box for that very reason.....or it might be because I ate half of the choclates I brought them when I first got here. In my own defense I was starving. My american sized belly hadn't shrunk to sushi size by then.
Good writing there cowgirl!
I remember going to the Cabot Creamery with you to eat cheese samples, when I first came to visit.
Also appreciate the Finding Nemo reference...
"P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney. I remembered it again!"
....just keep swim-ming...
my friend was over doing work shadowing at my school and we went to izumo taisha and bought white chocolater pieces and brought them to school! We took it in turn to sneak up to the box and steal some !! distract and grab is really a talent. I miss having her around. its not so much fun on ur own!
going to get the skype set up soon at mine !! well I hope so !!
tonight u me and her..... u know who im talking about !!
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