At a frenzied pace

First day of work and door to the desk my orientation consists of "this is your desk." I was forewarned that the Boards of Education tend to have little to no idea of what we actually do on a day to day basis, or if they do they're very Illuminati about it. "Your rank is...insufficient for the knowledge you have requested." They're all very nice though, and to be honest I kind of enjoy how it's a time honored tradition at this point to rely on your predecessor to know your job. They know it better than anyone, after all.

I spent the day sifting through my predecessors notes, and figuring out what I don't know. Ilsa kept a long day to day journal of what she did in every single class, and how it went over. 77 pages in all. I read the whole thing, and lived her last year. Today I think I might go back through and specifically try to figure out a little profile of each class, what they're like, and what they're learning right now. Because we come in to the middle of the Japanese school years, I'll be picking up with the same exact groups, right where she left off. "Your job at the Board of Education is to keep yourself busy," She wrote. Truer words.


Thoughts on my new Japanese family, my house and its army of geckos, and my ambitious new project of making my own bento-box lunch everymorning forthcoming. Off to the store to pick up lunch, and to see just how quickly I can sweat through my shirt.