Stealth Holidays Of Japan
Nooooo! How could it be Monday morning already? If I hide my head under the pillow, will it go away?
Ugh, even through the pillow, I can hear the rain.
Wow, I really, really, really, really don’t want to get out of bed. Or get packed onto a train full of snuffling commuters and wet umbrellas. Or sit in a Japanese classroom specially designed not to get warm enough to support human lifeforms until at least Wednesday.
Dammit, now I’m awake. I have no excuse not to throw on some school clothes, coat, muffler, gloves, two pairs of socks, those so-called waterproof boots, and a hat that is sort of baggy and weird but keeps my head from turning into a withered frostbitten toadstool.
Okay, bleah, dressed. Hoist 1,000,000 pound book bag onto shoulder, grab cheap umbrella, lock door. Oh joy, the rain has turned to sleet. And now I’m late. Run to station. Yikes, I must be later than I thought because the train isn’t at all crowded. Not that I’m complaining.
Arg, I hate it when they forget to turn on the stairwell lights. Should I take the elevator? No, don’t be a weenie. Four flights of stairs won’t kill you.
Hey, where is everybody? Oh no, don’t tell me. Googling…Googling…DAMN, TODAY IS COMING-OF-AGE DAY!
Jonelle Patrick writes novels set in Tokyo