I don't mean to rub it in, but...

There's a lot I'm missing out on back in America these days.  Weddings, summer break, being in an English-speaking country....  It's easy to get discouraged by all the things I can't do because of where I am.  But then I have to stop and remind myself that I live in Japan.  I actually live in Japan.  That's awesome.  Yes, I am missing America a bit, but there is a ton of stuff here that I wouldn't get to experience otherwise.  So, here's a list, mostly to remind myself how good I have it here, but maybe a little bit to make you jealous too.

• Sushi.  And food here in general.  It's cheap, authentic, and delicious.  And I'm hungry right now so I'm going to mention it first.  Sure, I'm dying for a decent burrito, slice of pizza, or piece of lasagna, but I do get to go out fairly often for sushi, ramen, katsudon, curry, okonomiyaki, yaki niku, .... You get the idea.
• Kendo.  I've written aobut this a bit recently, so I won't harp too much on it now.  I'll just say that it is something I hope to continue even after I return home, and I never would have started if I hadn't been here.
• Safety.  I've never once been worried about safety here.  You know those times when you can't remember whether or not you locked the front door or shut all the windows before going out?  It's ok, it's Japan; nothing to worry about.  Out late, in a new city after dark, walking down a poorly lit street?  It's all good.
• Japanese kids.  Sure, kids will be kids wherever you go, but the kids here are given more responsibilities and act with greater respect (as long as a Japanese adult is in the room) than kids I knew in the States.  
• Sakura.  Even though the cherry blossom season ended a while back, I still have the memories and photos.  I live out in the sticks, and it is gorgeous here.
• Perspective.  My family and education got me started in the right direction with the beginning of a global perspective, but there's nothing like being a foreigner for months on end to give you an appreciation for being "other" and all that entails.
• Trains.  I do miss driving from time to time, but public transportation is so convenient here.  And trains are fun too!

This is by no means an all-inclusive list of all the good things going on here.  There's lots of stuff like spending time with friends and playing games that I enjoy too. But the things mentioned here are things that I never would have gotten if I hadn't come over here.  Well, I think I hear the local ramen shop beckoning...

Test: Success

Well, I've been a little busy lately.  Last week's post was a bit late.  And this week I haven't had time to really put something big up, but here's a little picture of what I've been up too:

If you ever wanted to know how to write my name in Japanese, it's the right-hand column.

This morning I took a test to get the 1-kyuu qualification, and I passed!  This is a picture of the certificate. 

My Japanese co-teacher (and also kendo coach) picked me up at eight this morning to drive me to the local junior high school (not the one where I work) where they were holding the exam.  Kids were there testing for 4 through 1 kyuu.  The youngest (trying for 4-kyuu) were in 1st grade, I'd guess.  The oldest were in 8th grade.  Well, actually I was the oldest.  You might think it would be awkward to stand out like that, taking the same test as a bunch of middle schoolers, but after being a foreigner in Japan for almost a year now, I'm used to standing out. 

After arriving and warming up they gave us a little workshop on how to do well on the test, what sort of things the judges would be looking for, etc.  Second came the test itself.  They started with the little kids and worked their way up to the 1-kyuu test.  We sat in the back and watched.  The 1st graders were so cute in their armor.  When our turn came we went up in three groups to take the test, ten at a time.  I was in the last group, so (even though I already knew what to expect) I got to see what the test actually looked like.  It was pretty quick: first you do an exercise called kirikaishi and they check your form; then you have two one-minute sessions of sparring; finally you have to go through some forms called kihon kata (here's a link if you want to see what that looks like).  After that they handed out the certificates (I'm pretty sure everyone passed).  To finish up the morning we had a chance to practice with all the instructors that attended the exam. 

If you still aren't really sure of what kendo is, here is a video of one of my students at the regional junior high school tournament last week.  He is the one with the red tag on his back in the video.  The highlight of the video comes at about 0:45 when he strikes his opponent's wrist (kote).  He did well enough to advance to the all prefecture tournament next month in the individual tournament!  Also, our team rocks and the boys took first place in one of the most exciting sporting matches I've ever witnessed.

Why are you yelling?

June has officially begun, and I am constantly seeing updates from my teacher friends back in the states on how the school year is over and everyone is ready for summer.  If only I were so lucky.  The school year in Japan runs a little differently.  Classes start in April and go till March the next year.  We do get a summer break, but it’s only about three weeks in August.  But I’m not here to complain. 

When school started in April this year all the new seventh graders had to choose clubs.  It’s a big deal, because when you choose a club you are also choosing how you will be spending your time afterschool and on weekends for the next three years of junior high.  So at the beginning of the year there is a lot of advertising done by the clubs, trying to get new kids to join.  We even have an assembly where all 18 clubs get to put on a five minute presentation to try and get the newbies to sign up (not the most thrilling afternoon for the teachers). 

At a kendo tournament.

During this time the clubs will invite seventh graders to watch practices to get an idea of what it looks like.  Some kids were heading out to practices one of these days, and one of my students invited me to join him at kendo practice.  (In case you aren’t familiar with the martial art, it is essentially Japanese fencing.  The pictures I'm putting in dont necessarily reflect what I'm writing about, but if you've never seen kendo before it will give you an idea what it looks like.)  I followed him to the kakugi-jo (kendo/judo practice building), joined the seventh graders sitting at the back of the room, and watched the upper-classmen start practice.  Eventually they handed bamboo swords (called shinai) to the seventh graders and got them started on some basic exercises.  I watched my new friends awkwardly swing their new tools, but after a few minutes a student came over to me and motioned that I should grab a shinai and join them.  To make a long story short, I eagerly took advantage of the offer and have been going to kendo practice ever since.  Later this month I will be taking a test to get a sort of pre-certification called i-kyuu (pronounced “ee-kyoo”).  If I am successful, I can take another test in September to get the first level of official certification, 1-dan. 

So that’s where I am right now with kendo, but how did I get there?  I could write a ton on all I’ve learned so far, but I want to try and explain why I got into it in the first place.

It comes down to the yelling.  You almost never hear a Japanese kid with a raised voice.  Kids here seem to be mellow most of the time.  Sure they get happy, but not really super-excited.   Yes, they get frustrated, but I’ve never seen a kid visibly mad (maybe they are angry or ecstatic on the inside, they are just good at controlling what they show you).  Japan is just a quieter place – no cars blasting stereos, no cop sirens at all hours of the day, and here in the country the sidewalks roll up around 6 (except for the kids going to their cram schools).  It is hard for me to see passion in the kids here for what they do, at least you don’t see it the way you might in the states.  For the most part, personal expression and individuality takes back seat to fitting into what the culture expects of you.  I’m used to kids being crazy, running around, screaming at the top of their lungs from time to time, getting mad from time to time, maybe even getting in a fight.  In the states, that’s part of what it means to be a kid.  Not here though.  Except at kendo.

Last year I watched the city-wide kendo tournament in the fall.  I had never seen kendo before, didn’t know what it was really.  I knew my dad did it when he was a kid growing up in Japan, so I wanted to see what it was all about.  So I watched the tournament all day, trying to figure out the rules (with only mild success).  The thing that really got my attention was all the screaming.  I didn’t know Japanese kids had it in them.  Let me try to explain what I saw:  kids wearing tricked out catcher’s uniforms, stomping their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs, trying to whack each other on the head with bamboo sticks.  I didn’t really understand the rules.  But I did know that I was seeing a very different side of my students.  I was really happy to see the screaming side of students, but I wanted to learn more.  Why were they screaming anyway?  What was it about kendo, a culturally traditional activity, that got kids acting in a way that seemed contrary to everything else I’ve observed in the culture here?  I wanted to find out.

Learning kendo has been on my mind ever since I went to the tournament last year, but I didn’t really know how I could get started.  I mean, I’m in Japan, what better place to learn kendo?  But my Japanese isn’t too good, my schedule can be unreliable, and other such excuses crowded out the idea of actually any sort of class.  When school ended in March, I made a sort of new year’s resolution to find out how to learn kendo in the next year.  So you can imagine how happy I was to accept the invitation to attend kendo practice after school.  Yay!  I did it!

So what’s up with the yelling anyways?  Well, I’m still very much a beginner at kendo and have a ton to learn, but here’s what I’ve noticed so far.  In kendo there is the idea that the sword, body, and spirit are all supposed to be acting together as one entity.  When you make an attack against an opponent, you are not just trying to attack with your sword, you are attacking with your body and your spirit too.  So when you attack, the moment your sword touches your opponent, your foot should be pounding the floor as though you were trying to put a hole in it and you should be screaming like a banshee.  Kendo is a wholistic martial art.  It isn’t just about trying to improve your skills with a wooden sword to level up or do well at tournaments; it is about becoming a stronger, unified person, being able to put your all into whatever you are doing and without holding anything back.  I love seeing kids learning how to do this, and now I get to learn with them.