Foxy

Deary, this thing really does get away on me. I spend so much time cyber-stalking my friends and obsessively following the links from their blogs that I forget to write my own.
Since last time I have been back to the needle-man once. It does help, and I can still almost see over my left shoulder and stuff, but during the last treatment the needling bit got pretty damn painful and I haven't been able to screw up the courage to go back.

On to happier things. Two weeks ago today, I went to my first English camp. And it was bucket-loads of fun. It was for the high school in the next town that runs a special English programme. I remember way back when I got my placement on the JET programme, that in amongst my angst at not being able to find Oki on the map, I was relieved that I had been placed at junior high school. I guess I don't feel far enough away from high school not to find the students slightly intimidating.

But these were first years and entirely unscary. My kids (the CC Lemon Shakers) were awesome and it was great to get the sort of quality time with students that for some reason I seem to be lacking at this school. The absolute highlight was getting the kids to write a play. It all began with a frog suit and a devil hat, and snowballed into a modern parable about bullying, drinking CC Lemon, and foxy boys in skirts.
A sample of the dialogue written and performed by the two boys who played the star-crossed lovers:
Kevin (aside): Oh she is foxy.
Julia (aside): Oh he is double foxy.
Kevin (aside): I want to drink CC Lemon with her.
Julia (aside): I want to drink CC Lemon with him.
Julia (to Kevin): Who are you?
Kevin (to Julia): I am Kevin. I am your hero.
Julia: Oh I'm Julia, I am your heroine.
Kevin: I love CC Lemon and you?
Julia: Yes, I love CC Lemon, and I love you.
Kevin: Shall we dance?
If only it was that easy.

The weekend after the camp, I took a trip to Hiroshima with Rebecca and Darrell to get some fabric for this weekend's prom (two nights to make two dresses... no worries) and eat some delicious Indian foods. Both of these goals were achieved. Unfortunately I also managed lose my cell phone. I realised it was gone pretty early on in the piece and spent the rest of the evening wandering the streets, retracing my steps and exhausting the batteries on my friend's phones calling over and over. All to no avail. We must have rung that number hundreds of times, but none saw fit to answer until half past eleven when I was safely home - a two hour bus ride away. In my infinite disorganisation, I managed then to dispose of the phone number of the fellow who had my phone. After a week of hoping he would call me I manage to acquire myself a new phone with the same number by only slightly underhand means and then very next day, the fellow called back about my phone. Which I now have. Hmmm... there was no point to this story, except maybe as a long winded apology for not getting back to those of you who have emailed my phone. I was, however, terrified by how lost I felt without it, I don't think I was ever so phone dependant before. Funny how a few short years ago I had no problem with wandering around foreign cities in an uncontactable state but now the thought of a message-less day is so unsettling.

Hmmm...I started this post several days ago. Life is a bit hectic because I bit off rather more than I can chew getting various bits and pieces made for the 20's dance this weekend and vagina monologues. Am sure it will all work out, but I hope I survive the working out and get can this bung body some sleep sometime soon. I will post pictures.

Also (not helping with general bung-ness) I have started playing the flute again. It is early days yet but it looks like I'm gonna play at school graduation with the brass band. It is much fun.