I spent the afternoon playing badminton with some of the san-nenseis. (3rd years) at Hibari. I teetered between completely embarrassing and passable. The embarrassing parts were mainly when I tried to serve, meaning I dopped the shuttlecock (…heh) and swung the racket with both hitting only air. This wouldn’t have been so bad if my partner hadn’t kept insisting I serve. Every time. If by some miracle of web searches you’re reading this Ri…you suck. (Haha just kidding, you were really nice to me when my dumb ass was whiffing left and right.)
The best part about participating in sports at my school, and even going so far as to wear gym shorts to do it, is that when I come back into the teacher’s room my Kyoto sensei normal look of shame is replaced with an interested smile. “Oh, my God he’s not in front of the computer for hours at a time. Could he be, doing his job?”
I returned to my computer and chair after class, calmed by the knowledge that my finely tuned butt indent was still present, when my Kyoto sensei approached from behind. Always from behind… Anyway I had some site open about music or technology or nuclear bombs or something and he leans in close and says “very small ne?” With a wry smile he’s basically saying, “How can you read that?” while I’m thinking “God I hope you can’t.” We laugh awkwardly before he moves away saying “Ah well I suppose it’s your specialty ne?”
Yes, glaucoma by the time I’m 30 is what I went to college for.
Photos of snow to contrast the oncoming heat. Full set is again here.
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