les franzia

So classes have started and all that. I’ve taught a little bit too, but it just doesn’t feel like things have really started yet. I have yet to shake the feeling that this is either 1) A study abroad program where they really don’t expect you to do anything much or 2) An internship with pretty much the same premise. It feels like I’m interning for Bordallo again—I spend my days checking my email repeatedly and reading about random topics that I never knew I always wanted to know about. Scientology for example. I’d write more, but I think they’d sue me or raid my house. Really, it’s a concern.

Evenings and weekends have been fairly busy though. We JETs in the area tend to hang out together in our free time a lot, like marathon-style a lot. Especially during weekends. I’d imagine it’s something reminiscent of the Nicholas 207 folk, but we don’t actually live together. Also there’s less Franzia-pong and far fewer nights end with Lauren streaking the living room solo.

And speaking of Franzia, I saw some a few weeks ago. I really didn’t think that Japan would have Franzia, but oh yes, it was there, sitting on the shelf of a big convenience store chain. I almost didn’t see it though because, unlike the Franzia I’m familiar with, this Franzia was in a BOTTLE. Amazing, yes I know.