This story will be posted in 3 or 4 different chapters....to keep up the suspence.
Chapter One: The Beginning
It was a regular Monday morning, except I had to go poop… the hard thing was that in my school all of the toilets that I have ever seen have been these squatter toilets. What I mean by squatter toilets is that it is a toilet that is basically just a depression in the floor that you have to stand over and do a squat to poop in them, and it’s super hard!!! Anyway, I like to relax while I poop, and so nothing is better than having a nice clean western toilet to poop in (some of the western toilets here have heated toilet seats). So I’m sitting in the teachers room with nothing to do besides think about the pressure that is building up inside of me, when I decide that it’s about time that I ask one of the male teachers if there is a western toilet in the school that I could use. So I went up to him and said “sumi masen” (excuse me/help please), he looked up and I asked “is there a western toilet?” He thought for a second and then replied with “maybe one in school.” So I thought that this was a good sign, and hoped that maybe he knew of a hidden restroom that I had not yet strip-searched. So he gave me the sign to follow him and I followed him in and out of one restroom up one set of stairs, into another bathroom and then up another set of stairs to explore the two bathrooms on the third floor. He basically gave me a guided tour of all the restrooms that I had already searched when I had decided to look for a western toilet the week before. After the fourth bathroom I finally told him that I had already looked in all of the restrooms in the main part of the school and that there simply was not a western toilet. After about five minutes of explaining, he finally understood and we went back down the flights of stairs to the teachers room; he apologized to me, and for the moment it seemed that he had given up and that we could not find one and would not find one.
It was a regular Monday morning, except I had to go poop… the hard thing was that in my school all of the toilets that I have ever seen have been these squatter toilets. What I mean by squatter toilets is that it is a toilet that is basically just a depression in the floor that you have to stand over and do a squat to poop in them, and it’s super hard!!! Anyway, I like to relax while I poop, and so nothing is better than having a nice clean western toilet to poop in (some of the western toilets here have heated toilet seats). So I’m sitting in the teachers room with nothing to do besides think about the pressure that is building up inside of me, when I decide that it’s about time that I ask one of the male teachers if there is a western toilet in the school that I could use. So I went up to him and said “sumi masen” (excuse me/help please), he looked up and I asked “is there a western toilet?” He thought for a second and then replied with “maybe one in school.” So I thought that this was a good sign, and hoped that maybe he knew of a hidden restroom that I had not yet strip-searched. So he gave me the sign to follow him and I followed him in and out of one restroom up one set of stairs, into another bathroom and then up another set of stairs to explore the two bathrooms on the third floor. He basically gave me a guided tour of all the restrooms that I had already searched when I had decided to look for a western toilet the week before. After the fourth bathroom I finally told him that I had already looked in all of the restrooms in the main part of the school and that there simply was not a western toilet. After about five minutes of explaining, he finally understood and we went back down the flights of stairs to the teachers room; he apologized to me, and for the moment it seemed that he had given up and that we could not find one and would not find one.



Here we are at a church activity: Yakisoba and games! Yakisoba basically means grilled noodles. They mix cabbage, meat, noodles and a packaged spice mix together to create a wonderful meal.
Here some of our own boys (gaijin = foreigners) are attempting to create this delicious meal. To Derrick's left is John Smith and to his right is Jon Nossaman.
Here is the main missionary couple in the church: Mark and Mayumi Hancock. Here they are explaining the rules to and leading the games to go along with the Yakisoba party.
This game is called Janken. In English we call it "rock, paper, scissors". This is probably one of the most popular games here and also a very popular way to decide who has to do something...or who gets to. I never really got into it as a child. Japan might change this part of me.
It is comment time. At the end of the class the students all write down their impresssion about the class in their little booklet. The teacher picks out some students (or I do)who will stand up and say their comments out loud. Its pretty cool, but unfortunately I never understand very much because they do it all in Japanese. Sometimes the teachers will try to translate for me, but that probably only happens not quite half of the time. And when they do, they probably on get about half of the comment translated. Ahwell.
Hey! Its recess time! Let's play! These girls tend to look me up before recess and say "let's play?" and then they pick a game, like "jumping rope" or "dodgeball". Then I play with them. That is about the extent of our communication, lol. I still have yet to completely figure out the rules they use in dodgeball.