| I have mentioned in a previous report that the most difficult objective for me to accomplish is to write a report when I have absolutely nothing to report, luckily
this is not one of those occasions. I have quite a bit to report, a sudden change, an unseen entity, and a few gripes, which I figure I
might as well add to it all. So without further ado, here is my new report, more ugly than any good or bad, but sometimes that can’t be helped. Near the end of April (around the 25th) I recall looking over my Monet calendar and stating to myself that I only had another six weeks or so until the third of June (the date I was to change to my next and final host family): foreshadowing: I groaned at the thought of having to pack, but knowing that I had another six weeks or so to procrastinate I felt better. I then proceeded to go the next room and go online and check my e-mails when I say the name of my counselor, this caught my eye due to the fact that I rarely see him or speak with him, I was surprised and opened his first (this is where everything comes into play). I read the e-mail and was “informed” that my third host mother (the one who’s house I was living at) was going to enter the hospital the first week of May and hence I was moving to my last host family in three days, the 28th. At this point I called my counselor to confirm, and then proceeded to enter my room and cram six weeks worth of procrastination into a little less than three days time. Had anyone passed by my room at the time, they would have believed Captain Ahab himself had been in there, from the sheer amount of insane soliloquies emanating from behind the door. Now to explain the “unseen entity” mentioned in the first paragraph of this report. It involves me taking yet another trip to the hospital from school, though a different hospital from the one I visited in the beginning of the year. I am still a little confused myself over all of the details involved, but I will try my best to explain what happened. I was playing basketball with a few friends from my class during the lunch hour of the 27th of April. Now, I have been told that I have a strong jumping ability, in that I can elevate from the earth quite far and fast, this of course was one of the factors of my injury. I had the ball in my possession with everyone (both the players on my team and those on the opposite team) in plain view ahead of me. I say this to explain that there was no one around me at the time. I prepared for a fake jump shot, in which I would really pass it to a member on my team, but I would jump so high that it would seem that I am to shoot. I jumped and hit something with the top of my head at full strength, my ears rang and my vision went black for a few seconds. I dropped to the floor, but arose when I noticed that I broke nothing. I looked around and saw nothing near me, I asked what I hit and no one could give me an answer, they all said I jumped and then suddenly hit the ground. This of course bothered me, but as a true jock I decided to keep playing. We played for another few minutes before the bell rang signaling our lunch period was over. I then began to walk away when one of my schoolmates pointed out to me that there was quite a bit of blood “pouring” down the side of my face. I touched just over my ear and down to my cheek, and looked at my hand to reveal that there was indeed blood. Well, I went to the school clinic and as the nurse began to clean me up and try to figure out where the origin of all of this blood was, I began to wonder now more than ever what it was that I hit out there; I was pulled from my thoughts by the nurse telling me that we had to go to the hospital because the blood was coming from a “huge gash” on top of my head. After taking a not to comfortable cab ride to the hospital, while holding gauze on top of my head, we entered the hospital and were, surprisingly, attended quickly. I believe it may have had something to do with the now red gauze I was holding. The doctor was very interesting in that he was unlike any doctor I have ever met before, as I lay there and he was about to inject three anesthesia shots into my head so that he could place stitches in the places they needed to go, he told me “this is just like…” I interrupted him at this time and said, “Let me guess, a mosquito bite. Right?” He said, “Not really, I don’t understand why every doctor says that. Actually I was going to say that it is like three small painful stabs. This is really going to hurt”. I did not know whether to smile because I finally met a doctor who is realistic, or to worry due to the fact that at that moment he sounded like Doctor Hannibal. Either way, I had the stitches performed and they came off yesterday. Relieved was I when the doctor told me that I was done and I would not have to go anymore. One anomaly still exists throughout this tale, this being the identity of what it was that I collided with in mid air. If I were a highly religious man I would make a long theory about it, but I will just conclude that it was one of my mother’s guardian angels that she constantly keeps sending me. Call me sadistic, but I take pleasure in thinking that there are some cherubim flying around complaining about colliding into something, namely, me. Now for my favorite section of the report, the part where I whine about my gripes, I will call this part of the e-mail the ugly. My new host father knows some English, but this is not necessarily a good thing, I will explain. I know Japanese fairly well by now, but there are words that I do not know due to the fact that I do not consider reading the dictionary interesting in the least bit. My new host father will speak to me in both languages, sort of. The things that he can translate into English he will (against my wishes, due to the fact that these are things that I would easily understand in Japanese), but the words he cannot translate he will say them in Japanese, and when I cannot understand what he is saying he will ask he in English if I can’t understand (a question I could understand in Japanese). In the end it is just frustrating because I will speak to my host mother in Japanese (because she only speaks that) and she will constantly tell me how good I am at it, but my host father is under the impression that I cannot speak regardless of what anyone says (trust issues). This is a bit frustrating, but I am trying to deal with it in the nicest way possible. Another gripe I have at the moment is the view of many people here that anyone under the age of twenty is a child and that anyone under their age is inferior. This drives me crazy due to the fact that some people will rarely take you serious and say, “what do you know, you are just a child”. I understand that most Japanese high school students are children (even at eighteen or so) due to the fact that they are so restricted and live itinerary lives that they rarely mature until they arrive in University. Since most people know this, they think that all people of this age are alike. I have always fought the idea that a superficial number dictates true age, but most people believe in the number instead of experience. Well, that is all for the moment. If anything else comes up I will be sure to write it and send it in for your approval, if that is what I am seeking.
Also, if anyone has any theories in regards to what it is that I collided with feel free to send me e-mail at
Blckflamev@hotmail.com Also, if anyone sends me e-mail with the theory that it was a U.S. spy plane, I am going to be a very unhappy man to say the least. |