The American students, delayed by the typhoon, finally made it to my school today. I taught them origami. Or rather, I had my students teach them origami. They were supposed to this this with verbal clues only (in either language), but they couldn't. It was fun anyways. Still. I have a small regret which I will confess now. I moved the visit from my larger and less studious "3-H" class to my smaller, more serious "3-I" class, using the typhoon delay as an excuse. I didn't realize how let down some of the students would be, and I fear I may have made a poor decision, choosing quiet studiousness over a boisterous will to communicate and furthermore kinda cheating to do it.

For the rest of the day, the visitors hung out with the Tsukinoki students. I felt bad for the Shimagami kids who wanted to meet them but couldn't. Shimagami students and Tsukinoki students, though they share the same school building, don't mix. I tried, but they soon separated, and the newcomers clearly belonged to Tsukinoki.

Strange and quietly savage are the inner machinations of the Japanese high school society.

Oh yeah, and one [American(duh)] kid's name was Justin, and his dad plays for the Raiders, and has a house in Tahoe, though they live in DC. He was excited to hear that I'm from Reno.