Teaching in Japan--
Every so often I'll see an inquisitive , wide-eyed Japanese child peering into my classroom standing on tip-toes and gaping mouth. I have the the strangest feeling I am being watched. I can understand their curiosity, for what child doesn't want to watch a class taught by a Godzilla-sensei.

Outside my classroom, ten buffalos can be heard roaming the halls. Add some maniacal, giddy shrieks of laughter, and you now know what I experence while I try to teach a lesson. My tenure in Takasaki feels like day care--this school, however, is for curious monkees and irresponsible bison.

Who's been on safari?
Now, I have.