Winter in Okinawa is chilly, overcast, and drizzly. Sometimes we get a slice of sun. It simmers through the cool dampness, the concrete dries up and it feels like summer again.
It's transition time at Okisho. My teaching schedule has experienced a shake-up, but the changes will be a nice variation of the never-quite-routine routine. The third years (high school seniors) are graduating next weekend. The second years are taking hundreds of tests, as usual, and preparing to make the move to the third year schedule. The first years (10th graders) are still plugging away at English oral communication with me. And I get to work with some really interesting adults twice a week at an affiliated school through the month of February.
One of our third year classes.
Many of our students are pretty great cartoonists.
World Karate Championships back in Okinawa, the home of karate.
Our baseball team rocks. This is the field on campus.
Junior High students practicing karate in the gym.
It's already sakura time in Okinawa.
Rough translation: "Please be nice to me when I'm a third year!" alongside drawings of a couple of the teachers in the English department.
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