Ever since Kiko and I moved to our new house, we have stalkers.
Well… I have stalkers. Two little girls from one of my elementary schools. One of them follows me around and calls me fat (a play on the name “dave” in Japanese. They pronounce “Dave” = “De-bu” and if you shorten it to “debu” it becomes the Japanese word for fat.)
Incidentally, I also made her cry one day by implying she was a little hefty herself. The other one dresses up in make up and ho boots and comes to my house. She also regularily lifts her skirt while I am teaching.
They are cute.
At any rate, every weekend they come to our house and leave me homemade chocolates and homemade candles. I usually send Kiko to the door to dissapoint them by having her say that I am not home.
Here is a note they recently left me:
It reads (in Romaji, Japanese written with English characters) “Dear David. You speak English very well. Please continue to teach us. From Haruna (fatty) and Kazuki (ho boots.)”
I was also surprised to look at the chalkboard at the back of the classroom and see this:
The blond hair gave it away. Note that I am also saying realistic English sentences (which I am sure I say all the time!) such as: “Hello.” “English!” “My name is …” “Orange” and “Red”.
This just makes me laugh. It was a sign below the shampoo and soaps at a hotel Kiko and I stayed at when we went to Matsuyama last weekend.
“We make up for deficiency.”
