They called me “Sensei”, and I accepted that with a straight face. I have nothing worth boasting about. No learning to speak of. No talent. My body’s a mess, my heart impoverished. Only the fact that I’ve known suffering, enough suffering to feel qualified to let these youths call me “Sensei” without protesting – that’s all I have, the only straw of pride I can cling to. But it’s one I’ll never let go of. A lot of people have written me off as a spoiled, selfish child, but how many really know how I’ve suffered inside? Osamu Dazai
Formerly a high school teacher, I am now a free lance writer and editor based in Kyoto. You can find much of my work on the ZenVita blog, JapanStation.com and other sites associated with the Japan Station project. I have another blog for those people who are interested in Kyoto, appropriately named deepkyoto.com. This blog right here is for people who are interested in ME (I’m thinking mainly friends and family but you’re all welcome). To find your way around: use the categories! Happy browsing!
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