“I am cold,” my
student replies.
I smile and say
good, but in my mind, I am shaking my head. It is seventy degrees in the
classroom, how in the world can he be cold? But he is.
The first morning
with a touch of chill I walk into a classroom full of students in layers. Underarmor, their usual long sleeve uniform
shirts, school sweater or other light weight jackets, and school blazer on top.
They say they are freezing. I keep a straight face, but inside I am giving them
the raised eyebrows of disbelief.
For a country
that has yet to embrace the concept of central heating, I find it baffling how
intolerant Japanese people seem to be when it comes to the cold. And it is not
just my students. I saw scarves and light jackets already out when I was still
trying not to sweat through my thin t-shirt in the last days of summer. Now,
with autumn clearly knocking on the door, the stares have increased when I walk
around my neighborhood in shorts. Aren’t you cold, the neighbors ask (in
Japanese). No! I think the weather feels great. I am just excited not to be
drenched in sweat from just sitting and doing my best not to move. Soon it will
be time for a light jacket, then winter will be here and I will be just as layered
and freezing as my students, but for now I plan to enjoy every moment of fall
before pulling out my sweaters.
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