: a testing day for 1-nensei and 2-nensei; I’m an American Idol judge, sitting in the back of 3-nensei’s rooms, listening to their recitation of A Mother’s Lullaby, a story about a tree present and reminiscing about the bombing of Hiroshima and a young girl and boy it sheltered; the boy who hid under a bridge has come back from a long truant absence; Where have you been? “Home,” he says. I’m happy you’re back; he’s lucky to have the foreign language instinct; lunchtime I get great news from SHAMPOO; after the bell, chalkboard instruct the pronunciation difference between “lives” the noun and “lives” the verb; I’m quick, peppering my instruction in Japanese which they enjoy; wandering room to room; poster-sized newspapers, hand-drawn graphics, the construction of models, a haunted house, a giant Anpanman; soba down the road; just J., H.-chan, and myself for Japanese class; H.-chan gives a lesson on local town name etymology; derived from the indigenous Ainu language.
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