My First Japanese Enkai (Staff Party)

This past Sunday was the last day of my schools festival, so I was looking forward to a fun, but very long day.  The students participated in various relay events,  did their sweet cheering, put on some plays…all was well.  The real fun did not rear it’s head until one of the teachers invited me to go to the staff party afterwards, in very broken english.

At about 6:30, after 11 hours of working, the VP conveyed to me that I should go home and rest for a little bit;  the teachers had a meeting I didn’t need to be at.  Kobayashi sensei, who wasn’t eating hot dogs, drew me a map of a place and said I should be there at 7:30.

No one made it clear to me if I should eat or not before heading over, so to play it safe I had some ramen at home.  On my way over to the restaurant, I took out about $40 dollars in cash, more than enough because if I drank $40 dollars worth I’d have a problem. Continue reading

I’m in Juice Magazine: I’m Kind of a Big Deal

I’ve been made Juice’s E-Friend of the week. That means they pick someone who is into social networking and do a little bit on them. I’ve attached the article from the website but the same thing is in the printed version as well. There are a few inaccuracies in the article that I’m just going to let slide. Let me know if you want my autograph. Continue reading

Weekly Wrap Up (WRUP): Lost in the Skywalks

This was an extremely busy one, because grades were due today, and I had a bit of catching up to do.  I wasn’t too far behind in my classes, I just needed to enter in a little make up and late work.  I would say one of the least enjoyable parts of teaching is grading and dealing with late work.  It can really deter from the actual fun that is being in front of the class and working with the students.  A necessary evil however, I can’t just go, “Johnny….um A.  Cindy….let’s see, how about a B”.  I even had to go into school on Saturday morning to finish things up.

Friday the event I planned for the staff finally came to fruition.  I set up a teacher outing to an Iowa Chops minor league hockey game for Friday night.  The night did not go without some speed bumps, most of which were entirely Steve related and no one else’s fault.  Melissa and others decided we should grab some dinner before the game and a bunch of teachers went to Rolling Wok, an Asian place pretty close to Wells-Fargo Arena.  Really good food, but the service took forever!  About 90 percent of the people had already paid and picked up their tickets from me during the week, but a few said they would pay me at the event.  The service was starting to get really slow and I had to be at the game before it started at 7 to get tickets to the people that were just meeting us there.  So I left early, while Melissa offered to pick up my tab, and I’d just get her back this week. Continue reading

WRUP: Productive and Eventful

This weekend was just what I needed, no real responsibilities to worry about before noon, so I didn’t have to stress out about anything.  My biggest project this weekend was finishing my dream job video, which I’ll get into shortly.  I decided that I wanted to not lie around and do nothing the whole weekend, but that I would get stuff done.  Friday after school I worked out, then cleaned my room a little bit.  Then at night I went and saw Slumdog Millionare, which…was…AMAZING.  See it.  Now.  One of the best movies I’ve ever seen.  Really makes me never want to visit India, sorry Bhatt family.  After the movie we mustered through an episode of Man vs. Wild and then went to bed.  Bear Grylls decided he’d survive by eating bear poop in that episode.

Saturday I woke up bright and early because of my dumb internal clock, and went to North High with Tim to work out.  We were able to get into the pool room and run stairs and do some other working out.  We were going to swim, but there was one of those pool robots working and we didn’t want to make a janitor mad.  I went looking for one to ask if we could swim, but we didn’t find anyone.  Then Tim and I hit the video hard.  After the video was 85 percent done, Hank had just arrived in town from Missoura, and Hank, Ross and myself went to Macaroni grill.  Long night out and then Pizza at home.

Today ended up being super frustrating because of the video problems.  I’ll upload the videos shortly with a description of the issues and why I was uploading a video in the first place.  I’m off to watch the Oscars and to lesson plan for the week afterwards.

My First Tweet-Up

Thursday I went to my first ever tweetup, after a friendly invite from Andy.  I am very new to what I would consider “extreme” social networking, and I figured I would go, as long as I had a just as clueless person with me, so Chris agreed to come as well.

For people who do not know what Twitter is, it is almost stupid simple, but really difficult to understand, or grasp the "why?" in the concept.  Twitter allows people to microblog by posting snippets about what that person is up to that moment.  They are only allowed to post 150 characters at a time, so there are no dissertations or monologues to wade through.  I think the best way to explain it is that it’s like the facebook status part of your facebook page, Steve is…, but that’s all it is.  No massive profile pages with hundreds of photos and poke me invitations, just quick blurbs about what someone is doing.

Why?

I wonder myself sometimes, but it is growing on me.  It is a very opposite model of facebook in a lot of ways.  Facebook, you have friends already, so they become your facebook friends.  Twitter is you search for people that have similar interests as you, and you become twitter friends with them, because their daily posts interest you.  Of my 60 so twitter followers, I have met about 7.  I follow some fitness freaks, Apple fanatics, and some teachers.  Now granted, anyone can just post, "going to get a hamburger" and that isn’t really relevant, but the posts are usually more informational than not.  Because it forces you out of your comfort zone to meet new people, in certain cities, they organize events called “tweetups”.  This will probably never become a masculine word, so I’m expecting a flurry of texts/comments later about my manhood. Continue reading