#steinerlife

After being contacted by our schools this week, Matt and I now realise that neither of us are where we thought we were at all. Our schools are quite a bit closer together and about an hour out of central Tokyo. We also found out that we will be finding our own place to live (with some assistance) and there’s some pretty expensive fees to achieve that. I am quietly shitting myself in the corner about all that, whereas Matt is a lot more calm about it and he’s making all the lists and looking up places to live as I type this. We’re also currently getting ready to bake a huge Reese’s cookie. FKN YESS.

This week, I touched one of the bandicoots that runs around the school. On the back. I’m not sure if it liked it, but I did. It did a little post-transcendence shudder and I felt complete. This week, I am also sporting a new hair colour. This really freaked all my students out. My hair was going orange and it had to be done.

I want to take all my students out to eat ramen, but I think it’s actually impossible. 

This has been my first week at the Steiner school.

Pros of Steiner school:

1. I can wear semi-casual clothes because there is hiking to be done. 2. The school is on bush land and it feels right. 3. The students are cool and have heard of Black Books. 4. They haven’t asked me to dye my hair back to a boring colour yet. 5. I have done zero farts in front of co-workers and students. 6. I get to sleep in. 7. There is a zen garden outside my office. Cons of Steiner School:

1. The students don’t wear uniforms and it is hard to select outfits that make it look like I am not also in high school. 2. I got hit in the head with a cricket bat and now the whole school knows about it and it’s somewhat of a scandal. 3. I have people talking because of my coloured hair. 4. Is that a student or a staff member? Nobody knows! 5. I nearly walked into a spider web. 6. I’m not vegan. Do they hate me? Answer is probably yes. 7. I’ve gone to the toilet a lot and maybe people have noticed. 8. I told one of my year 7 classes that I dabble in Pokemon and now there’s a kid who wants to talk about Pokemon with me all the time. That would be fine, but the other kids want to learn shit.

The kids think I am cool for now. Wait until they find out that part of my English autobiography in year 8 was called “Big Time Now”