09 November 2011 ~ 6 Comments

The Soul Is Healed By Being With Children

This is part 3 of my series: Five things I’ve learned about myself living in Japan

Click here for part 1

and here for part 2

And now Part 3

Most everyday, by the time I get to work, I’m either a case study in apathy, nauseous from the obscenities I’d endured moments earlier or, on a good day, focused on a word, sentence or idea that will  improve my book  or make my latest post more concise.

Only, when I arrive at the gate of my school, I do so to a chorus of good mornings and ohayo gozaimasus.

The baseball team, out on the field practicing, stop practicing to say in semi-unison, “Ohayou Gozaimasu.”  One might add something funny like, “did you buy condoms?”

Some of the girls, out practicing tennis to a hail of cadences, do the same.  One might shriek “I love you, Loco sensei!”

This even before I even cross the threshold.

Once inside, the sound of the band practicing scales and various other tunes wafts through the halls. Students headed for home room notice me in the foyer taking off my street shoes and slipping on my school shoes, greet me with varying levels of enthusiasm.

It’s hard not to think of Mr. Rogers at these times. I even hum the tune unconsciously sometimes (-;


Sometime I take all the pleasantry for granted and grunt a greeting like a grumpy boss’ arrival at the office, but mostly I can’t but recognize that this warm, giggly, musical welcome is the trigger that allows me to let go of all that baggage I ‘d arrived with. The people within these gates and fences, walls and hedges, are not deserving of the animosity I bear. I’m aware of this the way you’re aware when you’re dreaming that the chirping sound that suddenly pierces your subconscious is not derived from your subconscious but from your Smartphone’s alarm.

The song of children, even teens, especially here, is sung in the key of innocence with chords of hope.

Anger, animosity, hate, bitterness, stand little chance of maintaining their hold under these conditions.

From 8:30 til sometimes as late as 5pm, on a daily basis, I’m a free man!

My school is my sanctuary. And my kids are the custodians.

Not to suggest that the kids aren’t a pain in my ass, sometimes. They’re teens. By divine decree they are. Nor do I want to give the impression that my co-workers don’t challenge my patience (as I do theirs) . Indeed they do.

All I’m saying is that whatever issues I have with life in Japan and Japanese people applies almost solely to strangers…and there are no strangers in my school.

I am not a big scary foreigner I’m not a criminal or something to be shunned, snubbed, escaped from or run off. I’m not to be dehumanized in any way.

I’m a person, as much as a foreigner can be a person here, replete with thoughts and feelings. These are attributes I took for granted until I came to live in Japan.  I will never take them for granted again.

The kids and I inspire and learn from one another. It’s almost a symbiosis, as magical as a Stevie Wonder song.

Case and point, the other day I walked in to work to find these, and many more, adorning the walls:






So, what have my kids taught me about myself?

A-That I’m a real teacher and that teaching is truly a blessing!

B-That my soul is healed by being with children

Thanks kids!

To be continued…


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6 Responses to “The Soul Is Healed By Being With Children”

  1. Will 9 November 2011 at 9:37 pm Permalink

    Something about the ephemeral songs that we hear, like waves, once gone go forever undetected…at least some may think this way.

    Those songs, those sounds, that which we cannot put down onto paper, print, even etch in stone…that is where those moments of life forever resonate from here unto whenever.

    I was always perplexed at how this country fooled itself into letting the ‘foreigners’ in for a dose of Jet-style indoctrination while not understanding that the foreign elements were being allowed in at crucial, formative moments that forever effected/affected the ‘island nation’s’ future.

    How could ‘it’ have allowed this? Wait…unless there’s something more to this story, that which goes much deeper than all of the forever new of ‘The Tokyo’ (or Yokohama?).

    If you know how to step away from the light (the city), you can actually hear (yeah…and feel) something akin to the blues. Maybe you have to have been there, or at least come close enough, to understand where those voices are coming from.

    Good post.

    Yeah, did totally notice in one of your videos that you were humming a Mr. Rogers tune.


  2. Billy 9 November 2011 at 10:10 pm Permalink

    Reading this, I feel a bit guilty for how cynical I’ve become.

    But, only a bit…

  3. Kelley 4 December 2011 at 12:23 am Permalink

    Nice post!

    It was cool to see the pictures your students made and that your presence is helping to teach them about tolerance and equality. I think it’s something most of us hope for as teachers here in Japan.

    Keep up the good work and try not to let the random idiots here get you down!

    • Locohama 4 December 2011 at 12:32 am Permalink

      Thanks for the shout Kelley!!Yeah my kids are amazing!! If only the “random” idiots were in the minority! unfortunately they are the vast majority…syougannai!

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