By the time you see this, gentle readers, the third years will have graduated and the school year will be over. Unless you’re exclusively an ES ALT at which point, the sixth years will have graduated and the school year will be over; also have a drink on me, you must be exhausted. …
“I love you.” Colin didn’t blink or put down his cup; he took a sip of tea and continued staring at his computer screen. I got the distinct feeling this had happened to him before. He clicked on something and I saw his eyes start to move as he read. He was infuriatingly calm. It…
Since I came to Japan, I’ve had people back home ask me “How are you finding it?†and I reply “Amazing! I’m earning the most money I have in my life.†This is meant to be a slight bit of tongue-in-cheek bathos but there is some truth to it– part of the reason I like…
Dreams Show me an adult all of whose dreams are mutually achievable and I’ll show you a liar and, worse, someone who thinks they’ve got life figured out. Never trust people like that. When I was little, I really wanted to be a wizard. I picked up stick after stick after stick and waved them…
Celia Part 2 I turned around and went home. I may have hurried, but I certainly didn’t run. Another stroke of luck– I’m beginning to think that the universe wanted Celia dead; it would certainly explain how she managed to fall at exactly the right angle to snap her spine– I didn’t run into anyone…
Did I mean to kill her? No. Of course not. Am I sad she’s dead? Not really. I didn’t like her, she’d done nothing but make me miserable and/or angry, but she wasn’t a particularly big part of my life. Honestly, I think me killing her is the most important interaction we ever had….
I’ve just signed my reappointment papers. Well, by the time this is published, it won’t be “just,†but you get the idea: I’ve made my mind up: I’m staying for another year. If a woman were to get knocked up right now, she could carry the baby to full term, birth it, realistically travel…
A friend recently told me that I was “so like Byron.†I tried to puzzle out what she meant: A prolific poet? A notorious bisexual? A major theme in a work by Tom Stoppard? All are applicable to me, but I imagine, given the context of the conversation in which we were engaged, she…
Adelaide stepped off the bus and into the rain. It barely registered to him, the water lashing against his face, the disgusting cloying of the damp collar against his skin. It rained so often where he lived, it was like political corruption or economic recession– it had just become part of the scenery. Bitchface…