The big boned woman has exited the karaoke bar
It's official.
Last week I signed the paper that says I will not be re-contracting.
With a sigh and a heavy heart, I slid the paper across my desk and on onto the desk of my supervisor. He nodded, and at some point gave it to Kyoto Sensei (the Vice Principal). A while later, Kyoto Sensei sat down next to me, and asked me if I really knew what I had just signed (The whole page was in English. I was surprised that HE knew what it was). He had this look of shock on his face, and he asked me why I didn't want to re-contract. I explained to him (and reminded myself) what the reasons are for me to go back to the States. He said he understood, but he walked away with the same face of doubt fully intact.
A few minutes later, I received a call telling me to go to Kocho Sensei(the Principal)'s office.
*Note: I LOVE Kocho Sensei at Showa Koko. Every time I talk with him, we always start off by looking at each other and laughing. He says "HellOH!" and I laugh, and then he laughs, and then I want to hug him, but since that would probably be inappropriate, I refrain myself. He does printmaking, so we have the art-love-bond. He also has a great sense of humor, and these amazing chubby cheeks. And did I mention that he wears a bolo in the summer? I love that man.
After our initial greeting (and laughs) he asked me to sit down across from him and Kyoto Sensei with their matching faces of disbelief. He asked me about my decision to re-contract. I went through the same shpeil (I have no idea how to spell that, or even if it's a real word, but I like it, so it stays.) again: going back to school, I miss my family, I've already spent two years here and I'm not getting any younger. . . He shook his head and said he was very sad, and that he wishes I could stay. I agreed, but told him that I can't be in two places at once, and that America is the place I need to be next. He and Kyoto Sensei looked at each other, and looked back at me. I remained calm, and having finally learned my lesson, commanded my liquids to stay in place, rather than squirt out of my eye holes.
The three of us sat there and sighed for a while. Then Kocho Sensei broke the silence by saying, "I understand." I took my cue and quickly exited the room before I started crying. . .but only just a little.
Last week I signed the paper that says I will not be re-contracting.
With a sigh and a heavy heart, I slid the paper across my desk and on onto the desk of my supervisor. He nodded, and at some point gave it to Kyoto Sensei (the Vice Principal). A while later, Kyoto Sensei sat down next to me, and asked me if I really knew what I had just signed (The whole page was in English. I was surprised that HE knew what it was). He had this look of shock on his face, and he asked me why I didn't want to re-contract. I explained to him (and reminded myself) what the reasons are for me to go back to the States. He said he understood, but he walked away with the same face of doubt fully intact.
A few minutes later, I received a call telling me to go to Kocho Sensei(the Principal)'s office.
*Note: I LOVE Kocho Sensei at Showa Koko. Every time I talk with him, we always start off by looking at each other and laughing. He says "HellOH!" and I laugh, and then he laughs, and then I want to hug him, but since that would probably be inappropriate, I refrain myself. He does printmaking, so we have the art-love-bond. He also has a great sense of humor, and these amazing chubby cheeks. And did I mention that he wears a bolo in the summer? I love that man.
After our initial greeting (and laughs) he asked me to sit down across from him and Kyoto Sensei with their matching faces of disbelief. He asked me about my decision to re-contract. I went through the same shpeil (I have no idea how to spell that, or even if it's a real word, but I like it, so it stays.) again: going back to school, I miss my family, I've already spent two years here and I'm not getting any younger. . . He shook his head and said he was very sad, and that he wishes I could stay. I agreed, but told him that I can't be in two places at once, and that America is the place I need to be next. He and Kyoto Sensei looked at each other, and looked back at me. I remained calm, and having finally learned my lesson, commanded my liquids to stay in place, rather than squirt out of my eye holes.
The three of us sat there and sighed for a while. Then Kocho Sensei broke the silence by saying, "I understand." I took my cue and quickly exited the room before I started crying. . .but only just a little.
posted by melissa at 9:04 PM
3 Comments:
that's. so. sad.
seriously.
it's times like these that i like to remember the words of that immortal bard, michael w. smith: "friends are friends forev..." oh, you know the rest.
there, i hope that cheered you up.
as happy as i am that you will be returning to us, i feel terrible that you have to leave
yesssssssss.
oh, i mean... so sorry.
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