I never imagined myself as a teacher.

     When I was in elementary school, all the teachers were strict and only told us how we should behave and what we should do. That is no surprise because all the teachers that I had in school became teachers when my country had a communist regime. They became teachers because the government told them to be, and I am sure they were good at it. However, I was too young to recognize or appreciate that.      What I remember vividly is this: I was told what to do, how to do, and how I should feel. On top of that, comparison was invisibly present. Teachers or parents comparing their kids with one another was the societal norm, more like an educational norm. This is what I knew growing up and getting educated in the Mongolian educational system. What I knew turned upside down when I went abroad for college.      The United States of America was the chosen country. I experienced several culture shocks. Everyone was super friendly to the point that ...
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2024.11.25: Day I don't know

    Since the last incident on the train with a lady falling on my injured foot, everything has been normal for the most part.

     I had my regular physical therapist sessions and x-ray appointments. I had my last x-ray last Monday and the doctor said everything looks good. Also, I resumed my swimming. It felt SO GOOD just to be in the pool. Of course, I cannot do flip-turns or use full force, yet. Still, it is so nice to move in the water. 

     My father came to visit me while I was using one crutch. He helped with carrying things. It was nice to have my father with me for a little over a week. A week after my father left, my fridge broke down. I don't know the reason. All of a sudden, it stopped working. I cleaned the back of the refrigerator and left it unplugged for a day, no use. It is broken. My cousins suggested calling a handyman or ordering freon. I told them I don't know anything about it so you have to figure it out. Besides their Japanese language level is much higher than mine. At the moment, I have square shaped mini fridge which is working fine. Thank goodness, I didn't have much meat or frozen things. Well, I had a block of ground beef and frozen veggies. I cooked everything and had it for lunch for a week.

     The temperature is dropping outside. I find Japanese winters very cold, colder than Mongolia. People are surprised when I tell them this. In Mongolia, it snows a lot, but only your hands or cheeks will feel the cold. In Japan, you feel the coldness inside your core. Also, Japanese homes are not insulated or have double windows for insulation. So, it is very uncomfortable inside the homes. Mongolian homes have insulation and double windows and it is very comfortable inside. You can be in a T-shirt or shorts and you feel good. 

     Yesterday and today, I am doing a lot of little things around the house. I know that I should have done them sooner rather than later. I know I was lazy. Now, I am forcing myself to do things right then and finish them. 

    Thanks for reading. 

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