Through the Eyes of a Wombat

Wednesday morning, and its my first day at School Number Three.

Having practised the weekend before, I knew which train to take, which station to use, and where to walk from the station. So it wasnt that hard to find, and the scenery from the train line is a lovely picturesque view of the Pacific Ocean.

Leaving the station, I set off in the general direction of the school, when a voice from behind me calls out 'Ohayou Gozaimasu'. I turn, and this little man dressed rather casually runs up to me, smiles a lot, and introduces himself. He works at the school I'm going to... how convenient! And his English is excellent too. We chat as we walk to school together, over a range of topics, and his vocabulary and pronunciation are both excellent. He never actually said he was an English teacher, but I figure, with English this good, he's hardly going to be assigned a different subject area.

We get to the school, and he takes me inside, showing me where the box to leave my shoes is, and takes me to the principal's office to wait; for I must of course be introduced to the principal before the day begins. My kind little helper disappears, leaving me all alone in the principal's office.

But not to worry, within a few minutes, my friendly little helper returns .. this time wearing a jacket and tie, and presents me with his business card.

The Principal.