A day earlier than I meant to! If there is enough interest, I’ll try to write about this more than once a week. If you like it, then pass the link around to your friends please! =^-^= And write a lot of comments!
To see a list of all of the posts in this series, click here. (*^-^*)
Answers to questions from part 4: ^-^
Kari: What happened to your “real job” though??
A: You’ll see, soon! ^.~
Stacey: Are there healthy/low calorie snacks in Japan?
A: Oh, definitely! Probably more in Japan than America, I would guess, just because of the japanese girl’s obsession with dieting!
Shannon: You keep calling him hot in these entries. Does he read them? Would he care?
A: I never told him that I was writing these, and he can’t read english anyways. But he’d probably be flattered that I called him hot. XD
Aya: 1. The first time you stepped into the studio, did you think you would never feel comfortable there or did it ‘click’ well with you right away?
A: Honestly, I was too overwhelmed to wonder about that at first!
2. What was the first piece of work you handed in to Konomi-sensei?
A: I posted it in an earlier post, I think 🙂 That piece never got used, but the first one to get used.. that’s another story! 😉
3. Did you get to your teaching job on time the next day? I CAN’T WAIT I NEED TO KNOW NOW!!
A: You’ll find out in this entry, so read on! ^.~
Sorry, I didn’t take any pictures during this time.. ^o^; At the time I was too busy worrying about underwear!
I’d just bought track pants with Sensei’s money, but Marie was still asking me about shitagi. What in the world does Shitagi mean?!? I wish I’d brought my dictionary! (I’d left it on my temporary desk in the studio)
Finally, Marie said, “bra?” I didn’t really connect it with shitagi, but at least we’d moved on..
…………to one of the most embarrassing topics ever!
I’ve known Marie for a long time now, and I still don’t think I’d want to go bra-shopping with her. ^o^;; Totally nothing against her– this is all me here, and my lack of interest in communal bra-shopping. Sorry, Marie!
And, I mean, the guys were somewhere, presumably waiting for us.
So, I declined in some way that she understood (yay!), and we moved on to towels. I bought the biggest, cutest towel that I’ve ever owned, and a little pink hand towel. Why I thought that I needed two, I’ll never know. I was probably just in shock.
Here is me today wearing the towel (lucky you! ^.^ Woo woo!)↓↓
I also got a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and some contact solution and a contact lens case. I wasn’t sure what I would do if I woke up overnight and needed to see, though! At the time, I had contacts that I needed to take out every night, and I hadn’t brought my glasses with me. Who would bring them to an interview?!
Oh…. and yes. There was the whole pesky job thing. I was lucky, though, and worked with some of the most understanding people ever. I called them from my cell phone and let them know what was going on (breathnessly, I’m sure. I was kinda freaking out!), and they said that they would cover my classes for the next two days, and to let them know how things were going after that.
YES! Although I’d be out some money, I was in working with Konomi-sensei, so who cared?!
The rest of the evening passed in the studio in roughly the same way– Sensei and Kaiwa-san peering over my shoulder and making me nervous, Marie inking, Tamusho drawing tennis shoes over and over again, and Sensei telling him to fix this or that or this or that. We also chatted.
7-ish pm rolled around. I was still nervous as heck, and well.. a little bit hungry! But, I mean, nobody else was saying anything, so what was I supposed to say? I’m too nervous to eat anyways, but I’m really hungry so please let me go get some food?!
I needn’t have worried too much. “How about dinner?” The announcement came suddenly from Sensei, right in the middle of a lull in the conversation.
YESSSSSSSSSS!!! He must have read my mind or maybe just been hungry too.
“Gusto,” he said.
Huh? I wondered. Is that some kind of magic key word?
It turned out that it was the name of the restaurant chain, Gusto. (Their website here: http://www.skylark.co.jp/gusto/html/index.html) Oh. I knew that. 🙂
“Order whatever you like,” Sensei said, and Tamusho was nice enough to hand me a take-out menu and write my order onto a piece of scrap paper. It was my first time ever getting take out food in Japan (after 4 years, this is kinda pathetic, I know. But ordering food in Japanese had always seemed like an impossible task! By the way, I have no problem with it now, though I’d prefer to use the internet of course. Thank god for internet delivery!!).
So, we ate dinner and about an hour passed uneventfully. I was starting to feel really shy again, and the best way of dealing with it was just to quietly draw, and try not to freak out. I mean…. here I was! This was the first step to making my dream of becoming a mangaka a reality, right??!
^o^ ^-^; ^o^ ^-^; ^o^ ^-^; <— This was me
And then, as if he was involved at all, Sensei said, “Alright, shower time!”
Well, it turned out that we were going to use that shower room after all!
I guess at the time the order of who-goes-first wasn’t set, but I kinda assume that Sensei would be using the bathroom first. I had no idea that he lived upstairs! But instead, Kaiwa-san used it, and then he showed me how. Apparently we were going by age (I was the second oldest after Kiawa-san. Kinda of embarrassing! Marie and Tamusho were in their very very early 20s).
So, after a quick lesson on how to use the water heater (it’s the instant kind that is heated up with the touch of a button), I was alone for the first time since I’d arrived.
And To Be Continued!!
I’m going to try something new– I will continue when I hit 15 comments on this post! (replies to other comments don’t count, but please make them if you can!) Or if I don’t get 15 comments before then, I’ll still update next week as usual. But if you want me to continue sooner, than have your friends comment, and spread this page’s link around to anyone who might be interested! ^.^
Remember, I’ll answer your questions on the next post, too!