It's a normal morning. I walk out the door of my host family's narrow, three story house - no shower to start my day off, Japanese shower in the evening. My breakfast consisted of tons of bread, a yogurt cup, and some leftover salad from last night's dinner. It's 8am, so I walk amongst the elementary school students with their red and blue backpacks.
I cross the highway, passing the mother with her disabled son who she walks to school everyday. Pass the cake shop. At the entrance to the train station there's a man with a megaphone; he uses big words I can't understand, but I bet I'd agree with whatever he's protesting. My train rumbles below; arriving. I run down the steps and slide into a car - the doors shut behind me.
Two high school girls giggle next to me. They whisper something weird in english. I stand - my stop's only three stations away. Trains passes the amusement park. I leave the train at my stop, and force myself up the tall hill towards school. Pass the candy shop. Finally, I remember to say good morning to the traffic guard who give candy to the female students before arriving at Kansai Gaidai, ready for learnin'.