Konnichi wa

Last week–or was it yes­ter­day because I’m still jet-lagged–I got back from Osaka, Japan after a two week adven­ture with two col­leagues and a baker’s dozen grad stu­dents in Osaka. We spent a week in schools, which included pre-school, ele­men­tary, junior high, and high school with a tour of a uni­ver­sity. We saw some amaz­ing things and some not so amaz­ing things. In the end, we grou­ply decided that kids are kids (and teens are teens, atti­tude and all). The main dif­fer­ence we saw between US and Japan­ese stu­dents is that the Japan­ese allow and expect far more inde­pen­dence from their chil­dren and they are about two years ahead in math.

We also saw a lot of myths busted. You know those, right? Japan­ese kids go to school 10 hours a day, 280 days a year? They all wear uni­forms and behave…ha! The school day is 5–7 hours, with an exten­sive, student-run club sched­ule at the high school. And while Japan­ese chil­dren go to school year-round, it’s a trimester sys­tem with plenty of time off. The schools them­selves are not aes­thet­i­cally pleas­ing. They look like some­thing the US mil­i­tary would build, all con­crete and steel. But they are func­tional, which is what the coun­try values.

The rest of the time, we were tourists. We vis­ited Nara, Kyoto, Himedji, Mia­jima, Iwakuni, Tokyo, Hiroshima, and other places. Lots of walk­ing, lots of trains, lots of sweat­ing due to it being the rainy sea­son. Lots of good eating—-okonomiyaki, yak­isoba, tem­pura, cur­ried rice, as lit­tle sushi as pos­si­ble for me. Only one trip to a fast-food place (KFC) and none to Mickey D’s.

The whole time, I heard not one cell phone ring. Nada. Zilch. Although every­body had one, it seemed, no one felt the need to adver­tise it. On the other hand, too much cig­a­rette smoke. The Japan­ese as a whole aren’t so pro­gres­sive on per­sonal air space rights, so the stench and lung-lock of second-hand smoke was a fact of life.

There are pho­tos as soon as I get them uploaded.

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