Anna Matsushita

  Permit me to share with you a reflection—an old woman’s monologue, if you like.   Long time ago, I was a student at an international school in London. It was a salad bowl of languages and cultures, an environment that left an indelible mark on my younger self.   Among my classmates was someone who often reached out to those struggling with English. Notably, all these students were Japanese. I recall thinking to myself at the time, "What a considerate and generous person he must be."   Then came a moment of discord that has lingered in my memory. Perhaps due to my own faltering grasp of English, I misinterpreted his words, believing him to be speaking ill of others. Hurt and indignant, I cut ties abruptly.   The following day, as I descended the staircase from the first floor to the ground floor, I overheard a conversation—one that has stayed with me ever since.   “You should stay us! If you stay with Japanese, your eyes will be slanted!”   This phras

  About 40 years ago in Japan, School teachers were considered as highly respectable people, with high moral, someone to be admired. Children were expected to comply to teacher’s instruction, and had almost no doubt that they will not be misled by teachers.   Probably clever children might have come up with a different opinion, that teachers are human being after all, and they do make mistake and they do have moral problem.   As an average Japanese child grew up in 70’s and 80’s, I vaguely thought that school teachers are trustworthy.   Then came an encounter with an American teacher, who has changed my point of view.   I was at an international school in London, and on a first day of English literature class for EFL students, I was harassed by the American teacher and thrown out of the class room because my handwriting in English was not satisfactory.   The teacher also threw out another Japanese student, who previously attended the EFL literature class a year befo

The alarm was blaring. I’ve got to get up now. As I draw back the curtains, the sunlight floods into the room. Today is Girls' Day. Well, it's a secret day only us girls in the same grade know about. It all started that PE was the last class on Fridays. Our school was very small. Despite the size, we always had two types of sports for PE. It was either football or other sports. The school bus drivers, Roger and Jo, held PE teaching licenses. They both taught us PE.  One group played football at a nearby park with Joe, while the other did any sport available in the gym rented for an hour and half for the day. I've tried the football class once. But once was enough for me as I didn't know the rules, and I kept fouling. Boys were not happy about it. Also, playing among the boys was physically challenging. All the girls did not participate in the football class. The other group, led by Roger, was a mixed-gender class. We played various sports, from basketball to volleyball.