As I wrote a couple posts ago, we have a new school rule banning short socks. Here is the poster that was distributed to clarify which lengths of socks are banned-- as indicated by the infamous "batsu" X. The acceptable sock lengths are those with a "maru" circle above them. This is still crazy to me.
This past weekend I went up north to Miyagi Prefecture (宮城県) to volunteer with disaster relief efforts. I've been wanting to go ever since the earthquake and tsunami struck and definitely wanted to make it up there before leaving Japan. I'm so glad it finally worked out. I was able to go with a great group-- Sarah, Chris, and Sayoko, who are also English teachers, and my friend, Reiko, who is the dietitian at my elementary school. We went to a town called Watari-cho, which is just south of Sendai. I had heard from some other English teachers in my city who went up about a month ago that the town was about 60-70% destroyed, but since it wasn't one of the hardest hit places, there haven't been very many volunteers going there. It's only about a 5 hour drive from here, so we could go over a weekend. We had to wake up around 2:30 to be on the road by shortly after 3:00 a.m. in order to make the drive and find our way to the Watari-cho Volunteer Center in time for the 8:30 a.m. daily job auction. In a room crowded with a few hundred volunteers I struggled to hear and understand the details of each job being introduced. Reiko clarified what the speaker was saying, and when there was a job that seemed like something we could do-- shovel dirt, pull up carpet [at a location where a toilet would be available for us to use] all five of us raised our hands, stood up, and I pushed forward eagerly. Even though the group was only supposed to be 20 people, and several other groups had got up sooner...and the announcer said there were only 3 more spots, I asked him if 5 of us could join, and he agreed. Sweet! We had a job assignment...after 3 months of waiting to go north, 5 hours driving, and 45 minutes of signing up and figuring out what was going on, we were gonna get to help. When we pulled up to our job site, it seemed like we had been tricked into doing Saturday chores for people who were trying to take advantage of the volunteers trekking to their prefecture. The neighborhood didn't look like it had even been touched by the tsunami. !? But a few minutes later we found out that the tsunami HAD reached this far and had flooded the fields with salt water, including those of Mori San-- whose house we had just arrived at-- rendering them useless for years to come. He told a couple of us that he hasn't been able to earn any money since the disaster. In his farming equipment garage he showed us the line on the wall whe
re the water had reached about a meter high. The floor was caked with a thick layer of dried mud that the tsunami washed in. A group of 22 of us-- volunteers who'd driven up from Tokyo, Nagoya, and Gunma (us), as well as Red Cross volunteers-- set to work sweeping out the garage, cleaning out another supply shed, and pulling up tatami flooring that had been flooded. [Cultural Note: We were told that the males should move equipment in the shed, and the females should sweep the garage. It's surprising how gender roles are so clearly defined and blatantly, shamelessly stated here. Good thing I've had lots of experience at school sweeping while the male teachers stand around.] In the garage there was a narrow half-boxed-in ledge that ran the length of the wall. It was also full of dirt, leaves, and debris that had been washed in. Because of the width and shape of this ledge, it was really hard to get the insides cleaned out. When our leader asked us if we needed any tools/supplies other than what we had, we told him we needed a small brush or something. Soon after, we were given a toilet brush. It was the perfect size and worked really well. A few times while working it struck Sarah and I as funny that we were cleaning out the garage with a toilet brush! I'm sure it got more use in that one afternoon than in all the years it may have been used for cleaning toilets. After several hours, once we'd gotten rid of all the dirt, we formed an assembly line to move 15 kg and 20 kg bags of seeds from the shed to the garage. I was so glad to have the chance to meet Mori San and his wife that day, and to listen to their stories. Although it made me sad. Mori San's eyes smiled brightly even as he was telling us about the difficulties he's facing. I wish I could be friends with him. Just before leaving their house, I went to tell his wife that I'm a Christian and that I went to help them because I wanted to communicate God's love for them. I told her that even though things are tough now, God doesn't forget about us or our situation. I also got to give her 1 John 4:9-10 in Japanese: "In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins."
The next day our group was sent to a strawberry patch to volunteer alongside Japanese Self-Defense Forces Personnel (自衛隊) pickin
g up and bagging trash. It seemed kinda funny that we were assigned to the same job as these strong, capable, military-trained soldiers. It was kinda cool though, and we got to talk to some of the young ones during the break times. I was curious to know if they were all from that area or if they were from all over the country. So, I asked several of them. I was shocked and instantly regretted that question when one girl answered that she was from Ishinomaki. There was nothing I could say, other than a stunned, wide-eyed, solemn, "Oh!" Ishinomaki was one of the very hardest hit cities. I'm sure at least some of her family and friends must have been washed out to sea. !!! Oh, man! Another volunteer pointed across the field to the opposite block where there wasn't anything and said, 'My house used be over there.'
When we had driven up to the field, it didn't look like there was really that much debris. Once we got out of the car and walked out to the field, though, we could see that there were many tiny pieces of garbage. I filled my trash bags with sheets of plastic, twisted metal, broken glass, half of a broken CD case, a travel toothbrush case with the toothbrush still intact inside, flower pots, some plastic fork-like things that Chris and I couldn't identify, and grain-of-rice-sized pieces of Styrofoam. And it struck me as so discordant that this mass destruction that was caused in just a short amount of time by the forces of nature has to be cleaned up piece-by-piece-by-piece through the work of people. I mean, I don't know of any better way...but with all our modern technology, it was just surprising that our human hands are still the best means for recovery. A tsunami gets cleaned up by hand. !!
About 150 of us spent a few hours cleaning up in this field that already seemed relatively clean compared to surrounding areas. Yet we only made a small dent. When I think of how many other fields and neighborhoods like this there are AND THEN think of all the fields and neighborhoods that actually look like trash dumps, I cannot imagine how this is ever going to get cleaned up. It seems like it will take YEARS of volunteer efforts. It was a really good experience to go volunteer and to meet people who are living through what I'd seen on TV and heard in the news. But the most overwhelming sentiment I have is that I wish I could have stayed longer, done more, gone back.
The rules in this country are truly hard to believe-- hard to believe what they are and how many there are. It's like the whole country (well, maybe mostly jr. high.....but not only jr. high!) is an altar boy boarding school. I'm not exaggerating. I mean if it wasn't my real life, I would not believe it. If I was reading this blog instead of writing it, I would definitely think it was just ridiculous. BUT, I hope that you will believe what you read, because it's true-- even though it's ridiculous.
Today I received the "Seasonal Change of Uniform" notice on my desk. Starting today, students are allowed to start transitioning from their winter uniforms to their spring/summer uniforms. This means that they can wear short sleeves if they want to, and girls don't have to wear their vests. This transition must be completed by June 13, meaning that after that date girls won't be allowed to wear vests anymore, and no one will be allowed to wear long sleeves. Even if we have cold weather. We've already had several days of weather in the high 70s, but no one was allowed to wear short sleeves because it wasn't one-week-before-June (i.e. May 23) yet. The acceptable uniforms are dictated by the typical weather patterns of the calendar, without regard for the actual weather conditions. Who thinks this makes sense? [NOTE: Short sleeve shirts and vests cannot be worn together. Vests are only permitted to be worn over long sleeve shirts.]
Other school rules include:
-No plucking or trimming your eyebrows. (This doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at school...It means you're not allowed to pluck or trim them at all-- not even at home.)
-Keep your fingernails clipped short. (Or else, you will be made to go to the staff room and clip them over the trash can before you can go back to class.)-Girls whose hair is longer than shoulder-length must tie it back with an elastic-- or two, but not three-- that is either brown, black, or navy blue.
-No clipping your hair in the front.
-No perming or straightening your hair.-No colored socks-- only white.
-During cold weather-- which according to the school calendar is Sept. 26-May 23-- if you wear a coat, gloves, or a scarf, they must be navy blue, black, gray, brown, or white.
-No bringing backpacks into the staff room.-No wearing sports team uniforms in the staff room.
-Girls may not wear pants, except for when wearing sports uniforms.
-Boys must button their Mandarin collar suit jackets up all the way to the top button (or not wear them at all). If you take your jacket off, you must also take your sweater off because sweaters are not allowed to be seen, even though they're allowed to be worn.
-P.E. uniform jackets must be zipped up all the way to the top (or not worn at all).
-No going into any classroom other than your own.
-No spending the night at a friend's house.
-No going to an arcade without parent supervision.
-No stickers or key chains on school bags or gym bags.
-No food of any kind is allowed to be brought to school. (You must persevere through the hunger (and pay attention in class) for the approximately 5 hours between when you eat breakfast around 7 or 8, have morning tennis, soccer, baseball, or volleyball practice...maybe have P.E. and when you eat lunch at 12:55.)
-Mints are also strictly forbidden.-Of course, no make-up, nail polish, or pierced ears.
-Even for teachers, there isn't supposed to be eating at school, other than lunch...Unless the food was given to you as a present from another staff member. [This loophole makes the whole rule even more incomprehensible.] **CONFESSION: I have actually snuck a Tupperware container of peanut butter toast into the bathroom at school and eaten it in the stall because I couldn't last the 6 hours between breakfast and lunch. WHAAAT?! Who does this?? This is my real life. This is my real life? This is my real life! OHmyGOSH. I'm always wishing that someone would bring back peanut butter toast for a staff room present.
I think there are many dozen more school rules, but many of them have become so commonplace to me now that I can't even remember them. OH! I almost forgot...There is a new school rule this year: Girls are not allowed to wear short socks. Of all the rules, this one brought the biggest surprise recently. I thought we already had every conceivable rule, but some teachers managed to think up another one! Aah, one more...this is an elementary school rule: (Are you ready for this?! I can almost not even write it without laughing out loud at the absurdity of it.) No putting your hands in your pockets. (If you do, teachers may use packing tape to seal your pockets shut.)
Outside of school there are innumerable societal expectations that regulate everyone's lives, even though they may not be written.
-Be quiet on trains.
-No eating or drinking on trains.
-No eating or drinking while walking.
-Water is mainly for washing, not drinking. You are allowed to drink water, but you will get questions and strange looks. And if you order it at Starbucks, they will give you a 2 oz. shot of water, which you will have already drunk by the time you walk to your table.-At staff dinner parties and other official functions, there is to be no drinking before the official "kampai" (cheers). Even if you're thirsty and there is a beverage in front of you, you may not take a sip.
-Women should not sit cross-legged when sitting on the floor in restaurants or homes. Sit in seiza. **NOTE from Wikipedia: "Those unfamiliar with seiza will likely find that maintaining it for more than a minute or two tends to lead to loss of circulation, with the accompanying 'pins and needles' feeling, followed by painful burning sensations, and then eventually complete numbness in the legs." Awesome.
-Wearing sunglasses is really, really unusual, so if you wear them, you will definitely get lots of comments about how cool you are and how you look like a Hollywood star. You will have to explain again and again and again how light-colored eyes are more sensitive to the sun...and contort your face to demonstrate how if you're not wearing sunglasses you have to squint when it's bright outside. All of this is just embarrassing. Especially because it's really frowned upon in this culture to draw attention to yourself. (As though you're wearing sunglasses in an attempt to draw attention to yourself and make everyone think you're ultra cool!) ;D
It's hard for me to recall all the rules and expectations that used to be news to me but now just seem normal. ;D The rules in Japan that make me the most crazy are the post office rules. They require an entry of their own. Stay tuned...
re the water had reached about a meter high. The floor was caked with a thick layer of dried mud that the tsunami washed in. A group of 22 of us-- volunteers who'd driven up from Tokyo, Nagoya, and Gunma (us), as well as Red Cross volunteers-- set to work sweeping out the garage, cleaning out another supply shed, and pulling up tatami flooring that had been flooded. [Cultural Note: We were told that the males should move equipment in the shed, and the females should sweep the garage. It's surprising how gender roles are so clearly defined and blatantly, shamelessly stated here. Good thing I've had lots of experience at school sweeping while the male teachers stand around.] In the garage there was a narrow half-boxed-in ledge that ran the length of the wall. It was also full of dirt, leaves, and debris that had been washed in. Because of the width and shape of this ledge, it was really hard to get the insides cleaned out. When our leader asked us if we needed any tools/supplies other than what we had, we told him we needed a small brush or something. Soon after, we were given a toilet brush. It was the perfect size and worked really well. A few times while working it struck Sarah and I as funny that we were cleaning out the garage with a toilet brush! I'm sure it got more use in that one afternoon than in all the years it may have been used for cleaning toilets. After several hours, once we'd gotten rid of all the dirt, we formed an assembly line to move 15 kg and 20 kg bags of seeds from the shed to the garage. I was so glad to have the chance to meet Mori San and his wife that day, and to listen to their stories. Although it made me sad. Mori San's eyes smiled brightly even as he was telling us about the difficulties he's facing. I wish I could be friends with him. Just before leaving their house, I went to tell his wife that I'm a Christian and that I went to help them because I wanted to communicate God's love for them. I told her that even though things are tough now, God doesn't forget about us or our situation. I also got to give her 1 John 4:9-10 in Japanese: "In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins."
g up and bagging trash. It seemed kinda funny that we were assigned to the same job as these strong, capable, military-trained soldiers. It was kinda cool though, and we got to talk to some of the young ones during the break times. I was curious to know if they were all from that area or if they were from all over the country. So, I asked several of them. I was shocked and instantly regretted that question when one girl answered that she was from Ishinomaki. There was nothing I could say, other than a stunned, wide-eyed, solemn, "Oh!" Ishinomaki was one of the very hardest hit cities. I'm sure at least some of her family and friends must have been washed out to sea. !!! Oh, man! Another volunteer pointed across the field to the opposite block where there wasn't anything and said, 'My house used be over there.'