We Were Best Friends... Once

 

Dear DMC,

There are people in your life that you couldn’t have been closer to once upon a time. They understood you and they were always there for you. They sympathized with you when you needed it. They made you laugh when they knew you needed something taken off your mind. They knew how to react to bring out what was best for you. Yet something made you drift apart. Have you ever wondered what happened to us? What caused us to stop caring as much?

Since high school we have drifted apart. I know that most friendships don’t survive after high school and my head was in the clouds when I still expected the opposite to be the case with us. But we used to be so inseparable and I know that in the time since we have grown apart. I know we aren’t the same people we were but I want you to know my feelings about it. I might have had different experiences than you but I was always willing to share. I might have found different friends, but I was always yours. 

Looking back on our friendship I remember the days that I don’t think any other friend possessed. The way we spent an entire day with glue and spaghetti noodles trying to build bridges and cars. The Lego parties and coloring book days when we just wanted to act like little kids again. What about the stories we wrote and the letters about us being best friends forever. I still have a copy of that somewhere. Remember climbing the Lowes building (and how i stood watch because I was NOT about to get arrested), how I was scared me half to death watching the Ring? Our 84 Ponchos and Fafsa nickname days? When I had to endear endless chatter consisting of only paintball and video-games? And oh the revolting Halo summer. Our friendship has meant a great deal to me. Every moment we have shared I remember. Even the ones that weren’t always good, I will always remember. 

Yet like every high school friendship, we have drifted. We moved on to working too much, getting paid to little, taking care of people we shouldn’t have to and running away to different countries. We don’t get to be the care-free people we used to. We don’t get those moments as often as we used to. But we still have the possibility of being close, you know that right? You can still turn to me for help and you could talk about your problems. I know I still talk about mine to you and you are always there to help. But this friendship is a two-way street and I would be happy to listen to yours. You can still share with me. I can still make you laugh when you need to and react to bring out what is best for you. 

We don’t need to drift anymore. I can still be your best friend, whenever you need me.

Love always,

Ashley

Junk Drawer Mess

 

“Once I had a purpose.” He whispered to the Highlighter. “I was like you; I was important. I was needed. Now I sit here gathering dust like the broken clothespins she means to fix but never does.” 

He looked at his worn edges. He recalls how he once glistened in the sunlight. His glimmer was gone, replaced with scratches and dents. He was young and full of energy once. His aqua color matched her own personality: bright and charismatic. 

There was once a time that he felt special. They were all special. The blouse meant more to Her than most clothing articles mean to a person. He was Her gift, Her last memory from Her mother. A smile ignited Her face when she looked at the blouse. The bright teals and calming aquas reflected Her eyes and calmed Her when She needed it most. He knew what She needed; She needed him.

“You never know, Button, one day she may need you again.” Highlighter tried to console the lonely old button. “Maybe she will need to fix another shirt.” 

“Another shirt...” Mimicked Button. “It would never be the same.” Broken hearted, he thinks about the day that changed everything. 

“I mean nothing to Her. I haven’t since that day. We were getting ready for a second date. Between Her eccentric personality and electrifying outfit, She was set. Her date was downstairs waiting. The clock, ticking late as usual. She fretted with Her heartbeat a-flutter. 

“Her makeup looked stunning and she pulled the blouse a little too tightly. It unraveled me. I fell from the shirt without a glance back. The date went fine, the shirt looked improved and I was shoved in this drawer where I continue to sit, day after day, waiting to get thrown away. I think the day approaches. The Ruler overheard Her mention cleaning us out again...” He looked away, lost in thought. 

Highlighter stayed silent. What good was Button? He had been in the drawer longer than every other object in there. He was decrepit and his personality matched it lately. He was worn for wear and everyone was waiting for the seemingly inevitable.

As she opened the drawer. She grouped the items in three separate piles. They didn’t know which pile they were in until they were replaced in the drawer, used or thrown out. 

So they fretted. Their thoughts were panicked, words silent and scared. Which pile were they in? They looked around and tried to assess which would be which. Highlighter was content. He was with the Pens and Pencils. So he assumed he was either staying in the drawer or going to school. Button however wasn’t in any pile. He was alone. What did it mean, there was never a fourth pile. It had always been three. What was he doing all by himself?

She placed the Pens, Pencils, and Highlighter in a pencil box destined for a backpack. Highlighter would be happy. He liked the little one and the way she boasted about his color. The Rulers and Take-out Menus were replaced in the drawer. Button sat on the counter looking at his world. Much has changed in the house since that day. The kitchen was now an aqua that much resembled his own color. The living room incorporated yellows and oranges against the bright teal walls. 

She held him in the light and looked him over. She brought some polish to his sides, tickling him as the cloth caressed every inch of his body.

“Okay this is it.” He whispered to no one in particular. What would happen to him? She walked over to the kitchen table, placing him down. She reached down and grabbed the cloth at her feet. He saw the design, the intricate way the needle had grazed it. She had made it herself. Maybe he would once again have a purpose.

“Hello Friend,” whispered the Needle that found its way next to him. He was placed in the center of the purse, she had been making so delicately. She turned and put the purse into a bright yellow gift bag. 

“Hi!” One of the neighboring buttons said after the tissue paper was placed on top of them. 

“What are we doing here?” Button asked his new friends.

“We are a gift for her daughter. She has grown up and we mark the girl turning into a young woman. A special gift, because of you and how much this color means to Her. And how much this purse will mean to her daughter.” He looked over his surroundings. There were a bunch of beautiful mismatched buttons on the bag. He was the biggest, the center of attention. Something he never expected to be again.

Happiness is an adventure into the unknown.

Technology in Japan

We all have heard what I will be calling "The Rumors." Japan supposedly has the latest and greatest technology. Their internet is supposed to be 100 mbps. That means I just about should never have to wait for a video to load.... yet I wait.

Then we have the phones. Somehow Japan didn't figure out that they were the most "technological advanced country" because my phone does not resemble that. My phone is a smart phone (in which I stole from Mike). The battery life lasts 2 hours if I am on the internet. The phone barely sends text messages (even though supposedly thats the #1 way people in Japan use their phone.) And the phones are expensive! An Iphone 4s is like 600 bucks. Given that is without a contract. But in reality my Evo shift back home was better and more reliable then the phone out here. That speaks a lot.

So... where are all the cool gizmos and gadgets? I feel like I was expecting the Jetsons and arrived at the Flintstones.

Gotta Catch Em All

((I had to write a fictional story based on a newspaper article. The article I read was from a newspaper I just got a job to edit and write for. It is the only English newspapers in Misawa. The article was about a Pokemon Center in Sendai (a town 3 hours away.) It is a store much like the American Girl Store where you can buy and trade toys and it encourages battles and teaches you how to use your trading cards))

It has been a long treacherous journey for Ashley and her pokemon. A three hour car ride on paths full of dangerous Geodudes and Onixes. The roads were difficult to follow, in fear of the rock-like pokemon coming to life and treating your car as an enemy. It didn't help that Ashley couldn't read any of the signs on the way to Sendai. Thanks to Alakazam, a mystic spell has been placed on Ashley that made all the signs seem like gibberish. Not to mention, Ashley was finding it difficult to drive thanks to Marowaks boomerang hitting the wheel of the car and causing Ashley to drive on the other side of the car and other side of the road! 

It seems impossible that Ashley and her pokemon have made it this far. But they finally have gotten past  the double crossing winds of Butterfree. And the fog and gasses of Weezing. But through their fight, they have survived and ultimately made their way to the final battle: The Sendai Pokemon Center.

Ashley didn't know what she should do first. Should she look at the trophies? The toys? Should she take her pokemon to the park? Or go to a pokemon trading school so she can be the best pokemon trainer of them all! Should she battle other challengers! Oh the list goes on and on! How many new pokemons would she encounter? What would her Eevee, Scyther, Piplup, and Pachirisu think! 

Little did Ashley know she wasn't alone. Deep in the Pokemon Center waited her ultimate enemy: Steve, the Pokemon abuser. Tune in next week as Ashley takes on her arch enemy to the battle of the century at Sendai Pokemon Center!!!

Ashley Sensei-Preschool

I am now a director at a preschool in Japan. I started today. I have so many ideas and so much I am looking into that I don't know how to process it all. But it has only been a day. I know that this school can use a lot of improvement as most schools can. I know as the director, that it is up to me to provide the kindergarten classrooms of the future with efficient kindergarteners. The school is full of wonderfully smart children and productive, organized teachers. The owner is friendly and open to new ideas and the school day works well with the different military and Japanese lifestyles that are present. 

It is interesting seeing the different structures of preschool. I believe that there is a lot of room for growth and a great chance to improve a school at my disposal. I will need to pick my battles tactfully, allowing the teachers the creativity and availability they crave while also providing the school with a systematic and effective program.

Things I would like to continue to improve:
More books
A more up to date (preferably technology involved) calendar
Newsletters
Hands on learning
Parent involvement activities
School assemblies
Classroom rules, playground rules etc. (with visuals)
Positive reinforcement
Art projects
Teaching writing
More musical involvement
Less paperwork at one time
Movement activities
Themes-monthly and weekly
Guided lessons
Creative lessons
Bathroom breaks

Things I would like to look into: 
Teacher's backgrounds
Prices
New curriculum.
Book selection we do have
Money allotments we could use
Teacher meetings (weekly?)
Spelling?
New teacher problems?

Things I like:
Lots of children interactions
Lots of play-time
Good time-out structure
Lots of learning activities
Flexible schedules
Amount of rules for teachers
Teachers and staff willing to learn new ways
Wanting the children to succeed
Works with children in English

The Schedule they have:
7-8 movie
8-9 play time
9-915 welcome time
915-11 school time (calendar, weather, letter, shape and color)
11-1145 lunch
1145-1230 playtime
1230-1 story time
1-230 nap time

A Schedule I'm playing with:
7-8 table time/centers
8-815 bathroom break
815-830 welcome time (calendar, sharing, colors)
830-915 playtime
915-945 school time (number and letter)
945-10 bathroom break
10-1030 story time (theme based)
1030-11 art time
11-1145 lunch (following lunch silent reading time)
1145-12 bathroom break
12-1230 playtime/centers (every other day)
1230-1 story time (naptime based)
1-230 nap-time

These are my current thoughts on the school. I know that I need to take this and make categories to discuss with the owner and then prioritize what needs to be handled at one time.I have to think through things a bit and see how and where I want to take this. But I think this is a good start for only working there one day.

Hospital Blues

The window of the hospital room is her only sign of relief. Yet the bold color of the skies in October that sweep away the bleached clouds uncannily resembles the mysterious blues of the sea. The powder blue skies may be relaxing at a toasty summer day picnic and robustly sapphire during a hurricane gearing to wrench a family apart. The electric blue waters outside may sometimes be turbulent and full of caution where other days calmly aquamarine so a father and son can fish. And yet those same shades of blue can be found in the eyes of a woman in the hospital when a baby is wrapped in his cerulean blanket and finally placed gently, and firmly, in her arms.