My daughter’s been quite happy in school recently, after a trip she took with her class a few weeks ago to Kamakura, the historic town known for its many beautiful temples. As part of her Ministry of Education-mandated English class (they recently decided that Japanese were never going to get good at English unless they started studying the language earlier), the sixth graders had a special assignment: they were to approach the foreign tourists and ask them some questions that had been prepared, like where they were from and what they liked about Japan. It was quite a challenging task, since the students had taken their English lessons from their normal Japanese homeroom teacher who doesn’t actually speak the language at all, and most of the kids weren’t able to make themselves understood by the foreign tourists. It was the perfect moment for my daughter, who came to everyone’s rescue and engaged the gaijin visitors, getting them to come and answer everyone’s questions while she translated. After that, the other kids in my daughter’s class had a bit more respect for her.
