J-Word Play: December ’12
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Living in a small, rural Japanese village made me stronger. It’s like this. Now, after Japan, I train American students to prepare for the culture shock they will experience while living abroad. So, in small groups, I have them throw a tennis ball around to each other with one eye closed, using their bad throwing hand. This is awesome at first. Fun. They laugh. Then I…
Around the time that I got wind of my acceptance into the JET program was when I also first stumbled upon a blog called “The Zero Waste Home,†written by a California mother named Bea Johnson, whose family had collectively decided that they had trashed the world enough. Their level of conservativeness is what some…