June 12, 2016

I climbed into the shipping container to attend my Japanese class of three students. The teacher told us that the next two weeks were going to be “regular” lessons, meaning that our daily routines will remain pretty much the same. We went over old assignments that we had skipped in the workbook and for some reason a large portion of the pages had been ripped out of mine. I had to complete most of my work off of someone else’s book. I felt like I wasn’t really learning anything.

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We were all sitting at our desks and I overheard a conversation about someone who had switched out of our class. When the teacher walked into the room she asked me if I was ready to present. “What?” I asked. “Well then what about your paper?” she suggested. There was a moment of silence before she concluded “Okay then, you had to drop out anyways” to which I started to panic.