<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:13:59.773+09:00</updated><category term='small ideas that occur to me'/><category term='life as a teacher'/><category term='life as a mother'/><category term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Work and Life of a Japanese Mother</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-8491950545690234640</id><published>2008-04-06T07:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:23:37.836+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>The entrance ceremony of my university</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the entrance ceremony of my university.&lt;br /&gt;University stuffs had planed to welcome freshmen and their family at the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Several students groups gave performance in a open space. All of us put together to express our feelings of welcoming them. It was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of freshmen who came with their parents seemed increasing compared with the freshmen ten years before. I think some of the parents want to observe the atmosphere of the university where their child would spent four years to study. Some parents seemed to want to share of the excitement of their children to enter the new world. Those parents frolic and took photos with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stimulate them to spend an effective time in our university.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-8491950545690234640?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/8491950545690234640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=8491950545690234640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8491950545690234640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8491950545690234640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/04/entrance-ceremony-of-my-university.html' title='The entrance ceremony of my university'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-5603215090258131124</id><published>2008-04-01T20:54:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:17:41.644+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small ideas that occur to me'/><title type='text'>The exhibition of Charles Darwin</title><content type='html'>I went to the National Science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt; with my children to see the Exhibition on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charles&lt;/span&gt; Darwin.&lt;br /&gt;He discovered the theory of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition shows us the process whereby he developed his theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before his time, people thought that humans were special and completely different from other animals in quality. He developed the theory which states that humans  are the animal which stands on  top of the tree of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;I think his theory made a profound change in the paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;He published his theory twenty years after he had constructed his idea.He might have been afraid that people wouldn't understand his paradigm change.  He needed couredge to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very impressed that the great theory was presented so timidly at first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-5603215090258131124?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/5603215090258131124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=5603215090258131124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5603215090258131124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5603215090258131124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/04/exhibition-of-charles-darwin.html' title='The exhibition of Charles Darwin'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3118899230655346436</id><published>2008-03-23T19:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:33:50.870+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>The students' reunion five years after their graduation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met with some of my students who graduated from our university 5 years ago. About two months ago, I happened to meet one of them on a train. She told me about the recent situation of her classmates. I asked her to plan an opportunity to meet together and she carried it out.&lt;br /&gt;6 ex-students got together. Some of them entered a graduate schools and got masters degrees and two of them decided to enter a doctor course of their graduate school from this spring. Some of them worked as paramedical specialists in a hospital.The most impressive one was the students who had been mentally ill while he was at university, had experienced several jobs to seek his the best one to keep his mental condition good and finally decided to work as a farmer growing and selling mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;When they graduated from university, the Japanese economic situation was so severe   that many of them couldn't find a suitable job, but they found their way and seem to be lively five years after their graduation. I felt very happy to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3118899230655346436?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3118899230655346436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3118899230655346436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3118899230655346436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3118899230655346436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/03/students-reunion-five-years-after-their.html' title='The students&apos; reunion five years after their graduation'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-7965205748789942807</id><published>2008-02-23T20:49:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:36:44.770+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>World is too small!</title><content type='html'>My daughter talked about one of her close friends in her school.&lt;br /&gt;She was interested in her father because he is a professor of a famous university in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard her family name and the faculty of the university her farther was working for, I found that I knew her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her father twenty years ago at a matchmaking session.&lt;br /&gt;My friend introduced a man who was a son of her boss.&lt;br /&gt;Matchmaking has a strong meaning in Japan. When people start to meet with each other after matchmaking, it means that they have a intention to marry.&lt;br /&gt;In my case I didn't have strong feelings for him. Neither did he so we didn't meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never know that the world is so small because my family name changed when I married.&lt;br /&gt;But it is very funny story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-7965205748789942807?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/7965205748789942807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=7965205748789942807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7965205748789942807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7965205748789942807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-is-too-small.html' title='World is too small!'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3239363133414167963</id><published>2008-02-21T10:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:54:46.481+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Spring is approaching</title><content type='html'>I went along the Nogawa river by bicycle to go to workplace.&lt;br /&gt;It was not so cold on that day. I could feel that spring was approaching very near to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several children took off their shoes and socks and walked into the river.&lt;br /&gt;I thought  there must be something in the river. For example eggs of a frog or small fishes which has just been born. I wondered the water had already become warm,  but there were a certain amount of children walked in the  river in many places  so they may feel the water wasn't  so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding along the river, there are many cherry trees which were planted in line with the river. I found that the tip of a branch of the tree become whitish. That indicated that cherry bud started to be active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was refreshed to feel the gradual change of the seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3239363133414167963?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3239363133414167963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3239363133414167963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3239363133414167963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3239363133414167963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-is-approaching.html' title='Spring is approaching'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-1232681671507542891</id><published>2008-02-17T17:40:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:56:42.867+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small ideas that occur to me'/><title type='text'>Talking about "a energy management program" in the English class</title><content type='html'>I have an English lesson with a teacher in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At five o'clock in every Saturday morning we have a lesson via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is very interesting for me because it is not only a training of speaking in English but a good opportunity to talk many kinds of topics that we don't talk about in a daily life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes attitudes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toward&lt;/span&gt; a topic between the teacher and I are different.  The difference is thought to come from our difference of cultural background.&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher feels this kind of difference, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; me to explain further about my thinking. In the course of the explanation, I can often make my thought clearer.  I like this process very mach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last lesson, we talked about "a energy management program" for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;executive&lt;/span&gt; of a company reported in the website of the Harvard Business Review.&lt;br /&gt;According to the article, there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; company executives who work 12 to 14 hours a day. They tend not to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; time to eat, to exercise and to spend time with their families. This program is made for this kind of people to change their lifestyle to provoke more energy to improve their productivity and to live a happier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had relatively little sympathy for this program but  I couldn't explain the reason enough at the class. The teacher said he seemed this program natural. I thought our difference toward this program might come from cultural difference between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to try to explain in this blog why I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like this program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason that I couldn't feel sympathy was that this program was organized only for increasing the productivity of one's work.  Companies provide this program to the workers to raise the productivity of them,  but this program imposes the workers to change their whole lifestyle including their private time.  I don't want the company to say something about my private life.&lt;br /&gt;When a worker takes this course by himself without any relation to his company, I think it is no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason that I don't like this program was that I had a question  if we could be happier when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; of all our body, mind, soul and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;split&lt;/span&gt;?  I think a person who is straggling to manage all the things he has seems to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt; though he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;himself &lt;/span&gt;might have an anger or anxiety in his mind.  Worries are not the things to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt; and we had better cope with these negative feelings. I think it is more like a human.&lt;br /&gt;I think this program presuppose human mind too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="position: absolute; display: block; opacity: 0.7; z-index: 500; width: 17px; height: 22px; top: 706px; right: 282px;" src="http://www.google.com/notebook/static_files/blank.html" id="gnotes-notemagic" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-1232681671507542891?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/1232681671507542891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=1232681671507542891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1232681671507542891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1232681671507542891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-about-energy-management-program.html' title='Talking about &quot;a energy management program&quot; in the English class'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-1558386770388924348</id><published>2008-02-13T05:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T05:58:41.396+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Cedar pollen started to flow.</title><content type='html'>I am allergic to some pollens flowing in spring season.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of Japanese cedar in the mountain side of Tokyo. Their pollen seemed to start flowing a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have sore throat and often give a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;This situation lasts until May every year.  This season is really gloomy for me although everything becomes bright and starts grow at the air of s&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-1558386770388924348?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/1558386770388924348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=1558386770388924348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1558386770388924348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1558386770388924348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/cedar-pollen-started-to-flow.html' title='Cedar pollen started to flow.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-7138386084093466657</id><published>2008-02-12T18:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:53:11.204+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>The exhibition of Nasca</title><content type='html'>I went to National Museum of Nature and Science.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my favorite places in Tokyo. It was built more than 100 years ago and was renovated a few years ago. It is exhibiting many things the museum has collected for 100 years. The way of exhibiting is really modernized. I like the mixture of the history an high technology this museum has.&lt;br /&gt;Now a special exhibition is being held there. It is the exhibition of Nasca, an ancient culture in Peru, which is famous for the huge picture drawn on a ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R7FsErcSpeI/AAAAAAAAABs/xV-c2nxtwa8/s1600-h/%E3%83%8A%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AB%E5%B1%95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R7FsErcSpeI/AAAAAAAAABs/xV-c2nxtwa8/s200/%E3%83%8A%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AB%E5%B1%95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166029075207333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known nothing except the big ground picture, but I was very impressed the pictures painted on earthenware pots. The pictures were lively. The collar of the pots was clear and beautiful though they were made more than 1500 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why such sofisticated culture had not developed. I think that the fact that the culture in Nasca didn't have letters was one of the reasons of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-7138386084093466657?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/7138386084093466657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=7138386084093466657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7138386084093466657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7138386084093466657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/exhibition-of-nasca.html' title='The exhibition of Nasca'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R7FsErcSpeI/AAAAAAAAABs/xV-c2nxtwa8/s72-c/%E3%83%8A%E3%82%B9%E3%82%AB%E5%B1%95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-2400337089753818149</id><published>2008-02-11T16:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T05:31:14.567+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We held my daughter's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday was actually January 28th but it was put off until today because  my husband and I have to go out for business in the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited both of her grandmothers. They gave her their birthday presents. I and my husband had given her birthday presents on the right day of her birthday. They were a game-boy machine and a game program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked my daughter's favorite dishes and some dishes easy to eat for elderly grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed talking and eating good dishes. It was a very good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-2400337089753818149?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/2400337089753818149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=2400337089753818149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2400337089753818149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2400337089753818149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-held-my-daughters-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-7703109467359330994</id><published>2008-02-10T21:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:07:04.929+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Boring lecture</title><content type='html'>I attended a lecture last Sunday. Attending it was necessary for me to maintain the certification of a clinical psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;I had expected to get some new information or to have a meaningful discussion at the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;The first lecture was very interesting. It was about psychological support for the clients with HIV.&lt;br /&gt;The second lecture was awful. It was not organized and had little information. The lecturer told only an impression from her experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I was very angry that this lecture was a kind of obligation for me. I don't have any choice not to attend it. Attendees had paid a certain amount of money and spent a precious Sunday afternoon so lecturers should understand their responsibility to give a meaningful information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes take a role to give a lecture which is a obligation for the attendees. I will never forget today's anger and will give a best lecture I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-7703109467359330994?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/7703109467359330994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=7703109467359330994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7703109467359330994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7703109467359330994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/boring-lecture.html' title='Boring lecture'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-6808041993914349741</id><published>2008-02-01T17:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:46:15.335+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>Students had a party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Students of my seminal had a party at the end of this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Third graders and forth graders belongs to my seminal. This party was organized by third graders and forth graders are invited to the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The day before the party forth graders had to present their research. They showed their accomplishments to the teachers and the students of other grades. They were so nervous at the presentation that they felt free at the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They talked with each other. Third graders want to know the process of their research and their plan to after graduation of the university. They generously gave them the information about their experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At the end of the party, third graders gave a flower to each forth graders. They hadn’t dreamed of such special presents, so they seemed to really happy to get flowers. There face was the happiest I7ve ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That was a very good party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I left party before it finished. I heard that some of the students went to Karaoke after the party to stay there all night long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-6808041993914349741?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/6808041993914349741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=6808041993914349741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6808041993914349741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6808041993914349741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/02/students-had-party.html' title='Students had a party.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-591135424887789573</id><published>2008-01-27T17:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:24:11.339+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>The kite flying competition</title><content type='html'>My son and I attended a kite flying competition of our city.&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the competition, participants brought their handmade kite to evaluate their design and a distance they flied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son attended a class of making kite last Sunday with his sister. He made his own kite with her assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He brought that kite to participate in the competition. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today was a cold, windy and sunny day. It was optimal to fly kite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We went to the baseball ground at the riverside where the competition was held.&lt;br /&gt;Children were divided by their school gradeｓ. He was divided into a group of first and second grade children.&lt;br /&gt;At first children showed their own kites to  a judge and their design was evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they flied their kite.&lt;br /&gt;My son’s kite flied very well. His kite flied highest in the sky of all.&lt;br /&gt;So many parents of other children gave him coments of admiration that he seemed to be convinced his win of the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When the result was reported, he got the prize of the best flier of his group.&lt;br /&gt;He looked very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-591135424887789573?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/591135424887789573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=591135424887789573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/591135424887789573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/591135424887789573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/kite-flying-competition.html' title='The kite flying competition'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-1137658896494859151</id><published>2008-01-26T04:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:01:46.224+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>The"Dontoyaki" festival</title><content type='html'>The “Dontoyaki” festival was held at the park in front of my house on January 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a traditional festival of the Japanese farmers which is held everywhere in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on that day of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We Japanese have a folk belief that gods come to our world in the New Year season. We make a special decoration in front of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;e entrance to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;welcome them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dontoyaki” means that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; say goodbye to those gods at the end of the New Year season by burning of the ornaments used for the decoration.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I attended it with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;People bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ilt a tower in center of the park. The tower was made from bamboo and straw. It was about four meters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; high.&lt;br /&gt;We brought ornaments an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;d pine branches used to decorate the entrance of our house and put them into the tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o8hd0cqvI/AAAAAAAAABU/tmTr8I2FI2s/s1600-h/img201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o8hd0cqvI/AAAAAAAAABU/tmTr8I2FI2s/s200/img201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159502868744284914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At eleven o’clock, the tower was lit and burned with a very big flame.&lt;br /&gt;It was very hot but we had to stay not so distant from it because it is said that we will have a healthy year when we bath in the smok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o8190cqwI/AAAAAAAAABc/xj0WA4F78kY/s1600-h/img207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o8190cqwI/AAAAAAAAABc/xj0WA4F78kY/s200/img207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159503220931603202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; became smaller, we roasted a rice cake over the flame.&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that eating the rice cake makes us healthy.&lt;br /&gt;The rice cake was ball shaped and was attached at the end of the bamboo pole about three meters long in order to control it from a distant.&lt;br /&gt;Our rice cake turned black because it was very difficult to control. But we ate it with a hope for a good year.&lt;br /&gt;The ball shaped rice cake looks like a silk cocoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o9Jd0cqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZT2Y98piLJg/s1600-h/img203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o9Jd0cqxI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZT2Y98piLJg/s200/img203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159503555939052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Many people in my town attended the festival.&lt;br /&gt;During the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;urning, people made rice cakes and hot sweet sake.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-1137658896494859151?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/1137658896494859151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=1137658896494859151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1137658896494859151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1137658896494859151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/dontoyaki-festival.html' title='The&quot;Dontoyaki&quot; festival'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R5o8hd0cqvI/AAAAAAAAABU/tmTr8I2FI2s/s72-c/img201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-8153601378078418191</id><published>2008-01-21T11:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:51:50.172+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>I went to Narita air port.</title><content type='html'>My husband left for Switzerland for his business trip yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He had to leave home at 5:40 a.m. but he got up at 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;He jumped out of bed, changed his clothes, gathered things to put into a bag and went out of the house in a very short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later he called me and told me that he had brought the wrong passport so he couldn't get on the plane. He asked me to bring the right passport to the airport in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the call, I arranged for my absence and left home for the airport.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the station near my house, the trains had stopped for 30 minutes because of a problem at the railroad crossing. It took two and a half hours to get to the airport. It was much longer than usual to get there.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get to the airport in time so my husband had to change airplanes. I was afraid he would have to pay a lot of additional money because the ticket was very cheap, but actually he was charged only 100 Euros to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I ate lunch at the airport. It was a good time for us to say goodbye, for he was so rushed that he forgot to say it in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-8153601378078418191?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/8153601378078418191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=8153601378078418191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8153601378078418191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8153601378078418191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-to-narita-air-port.html' title='I went to Narita air port.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3760218491032021854</id><published>2008-01-19T10:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:52:31.911+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small ideas that occur to me'/><title type='text'>Hillary's tears</title><content type='html'>Hillary Clinton won the primary election in New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;The day before the election, she cried out when she replied to a question from a female supporter. She was thought to be an iron lady, so we were surprised to see her inner emotion when she showed her tears.&lt;br /&gt;It caused many reactions from voters.&lt;br /&gt;Some think that it is not suitable for the president to show her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Some think that she is just a human like us who has many emotions.&lt;br /&gt;The result of the tears turned positive then she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese newspapers did some research among office workers as to how they think about a woman's tears in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;According to the results, when a woman is in her twenties, her tears cause compassion in others to help her. When a woman is an executive, her tears tend to be hated by workers surrounding her. But the proportion of the people who think her tears are an expression of her passion to her work increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hillary's tears were thought to imply her passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3760218491032021854?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3760218491032021854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3760218491032021854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3760218491032021854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3760218491032021854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/hillarys-tears_19.html' title='Hillary&apos;s tears'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-5327472851521876338</id><published>2008-01-18T09:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:53:26.606+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>Death of a bird</title><content type='html'>My daughter has been keeping a parakeet for three years.&lt;br /&gt;We love her very much. When she is freed from the cage, she flies in my house and she sometimes stops on our shoulders or the top of our head. She is very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she died.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to my home, I found that she was laying on the bottom of the cage and didn't move at all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand the reason for her death. She sang and flew in the morning on that day. I took care of her in the same way as usual.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter had been attending a ski camp and was absent from home on that day. It is my responsability to take care of her during her absence. I thought I had to apologize to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-5327472851521876338?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/5327472851521876338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=5327472851521876338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5327472851521876338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5327472851521876338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-bird.html' title='Death of a bird'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-6681922913926068899</id><published>2008-01-14T07:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:54:02.897+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>First English lesson of this year</title><content type='html'>I attended the first English class of this year.&lt;br /&gt;The topic the teacher gave me was "major incidents of last year".&lt;br /&gt;I thought of three incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the change of the prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Prime Minister Abe suddenly resigned his position just after the LDP lost the election of the House of Councilors. The new Prime Ministor Fukuda has been struggling to cope with the congress because it became really difficult to pass laws in the House of Councilors where the members from the opposite party are more than the members of the government party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the renewal of the educational law.&lt;br /&gt;I am working for a university, so it is a big issue for me. By this renewal of the law, govermental control on education is expected to be more strict. I am afraid it will cause bad effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, many scandals about the intentional false information by food companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking about those issues, I acknowledged that we couldn't see a bright future last year. I hope this year will be a good year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-6681922913926068899?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/6681922913926068899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=6681922913926068899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6681922913926068899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6681922913926068899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-english-lesson-of-this-year.html' title='First English lesson of this year'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3535837874841617455</id><published>2007-12-25T06:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:54:55.115+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>Christmas dinner</title><content type='html'>We had a Christmas dinner with my family and my mother last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked a roast chicken, soup, salad and a Christmas cake.&lt;br /&gt;When we started the dinner, my husband told us what had happened to every family members this year, then he cut the chicken into pieces. The chicken was so good that everybody enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged presents with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We gave my mother a pot of flowers. It was a pot of cyclamen which was her favourite winter flower. She gave my son a skater board. She also gave my daughter some allowance because my daughter thought of too many things she wanted to decide one thing from them.&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I gave my daughter two games for her DS player.&lt;br /&gt;I was given an MP3 player form my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I have a plan to give a coat to my husband when the winter sales start in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't give a present to my son at this party, because Santa Claus was going to give a present at night when he was asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3535837874841617455?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3535837874841617455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3535837874841617455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3535837874841617455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3535837874841617455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='Christmas dinner'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-4418098572731863166</id><published>2007-12-24T08:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:54:59.846+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>I like Costoco very mach</title><content type='html'>I went to Costoco super market. It is a wholesale market of American style.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Japanese holiday and just before the day of the Christmas eve. I had been afraid of being crowded in the store, so I left home a little earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there at 9:50am, but it took one hour to park because there was a long low of the cars waiting for parking.&lt;br /&gt;In the store, there  were so many people pushing their shopping carts that it was really difficult to walk on a aisle. There were also very long lows of carts waiting for their payment.&lt;br /&gt;I choose a whole chicken to roast, some wine, fruits, and bread for the dinner of Christmas eve. And I also buy some food for new year.&lt;br /&gt;After putting all the thing into my cart, I had to wait for about thirty minutes to pay money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was so crowded and I was so tired,  acturally I enjoyed shopping in this market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-4418098572731863166?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/4418098572731863166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=4418098572731863166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4418098572731863166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4418098572731863166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-went-to-costoco-super-market.html' title='I like Costoco very mach'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-1409943419022189674</id><published>2007-12-22T08:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:57:41.892+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>My children got presents</title><content type='html'>One of my friend sent Christmas presents to my children.&lt;br /&gt;The presents were big boots filled with many sweets such as cookies and candies.&lt;br /&gt;She send the boots every year in this season.&lt;br /&gt;Both of the children were really glad to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-1409943419022189674?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/1409943419022189674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=1409943419022189674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1409943419022189674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1409943419022189674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-children-got-presents.html' title='My children got presents'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-6094953575888558100</id><published>2007-12-21T11:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:47:25.266+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>All the students turned in their essays</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the deadline of the essays which is assigned all the 4th grade students of my faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All students had struggled in making their research and writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;I had been afraid that some of them can't write it in time.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to find all my students turned in their essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared some sweets and drinks and told them to come to my office to talk about their accomplishments to each other. Most of my students come to my office with tired but fresh face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-6094953575888558100?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/6094953575888558100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=6094953575888558100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6094953575888558100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6094953575888558100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-students-turned-in-their-essays.html' title='All the students turned in their essays'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-4192953522574347284</id><published>2007-12-19T05:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:17:15.000+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>My daughter has changed</title><content type='html'>My daughter is thirteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have difficulty in coping with her because she has been in the phase of adolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her condition was very bad in this summer.  Her curiosity was closely focused on  aggressive rock music. She was always angry about her parents because she felt her enthusiasm is not accepted by them.&lt;br /&gt;Her attitude has been changing gradually since this autumn. She has become interested in broader matter, read more books and talked about what happened in her school  to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, she found that her report written in this summer was very careless, filled with Hiragana which is a immature style of Japanese writing. She seemed to acknowledge that she had been unstable at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she grows up a little to understand what she was before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-4192953522574347284?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/4192953522574347284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=4192953522574347284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4192953522574347284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4192953522574347284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-daughter-has-changed.html' title='My daughter has changed'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-2176764114260399590</id><published>2007-12-11T21:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:39:48.872+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>My husband ordered a new MP3 player for me.</title><content type='html'>I have been working very hard this year.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am worth getting some special present from my husband, so I asked him to give me a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted a new MP3 player with a window which offers information about a state of a music file.&lt;br /&gt;I have a ipod shuffle.  It doesn't have a window. It is very inconvenient because I can't know what file I am listening or what part of a file I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;My husband understood my wish and ordered a new tiny player through Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am very happy to wait for it's delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-2176764114260399590?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/2176764114260399590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=2176764114260399590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2176764114260399590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2176764114260399590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-husband-ordered-new-mp3-player-for.html' title='My husband ordered a new MP3 player for me.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-903787779243559645</id><published>2007-12-10T04:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:47:10.348+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>I had a happy dinner after a hard work in the weekend</title><content type='html'>I had to work in this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I worked as an interviewer. I have to ask very complicated questions to interviewees to make it clear what they were thinking. It was a very hard job, so I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to my home, I made a dinner for my family.&lt;br /&gt;My son had asked me to cook cheese fondue for Sunday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;My husband and my son had bought some cheese, a bottole of wine, a loaf of bread and vegetables in this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warmed wine and put the cheese into it to melt. I cut the bread into small pieces. I steamed vegetables and shrimp.  That was the all the process . It was very easy to prepare for this dish.&lt;br /&gt;My son helped me to put vegetables and shrimp on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dip the bread and other foods into the melted cheese and eat it. I enjoyed it with a glass of white wine. The combination was nice.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very happy dinner after a hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-903787779243559645?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/903787779243559645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=903787779243559645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/903787779243559645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/903787779243559645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-happy-dinner-after-hard-work-in.html' title='I had a happy dinner after a hard work in the weekend'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-4327881949814994765</id><published>2007-12-09T06:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:34:57.286+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Christmas party</title><content type='html'>I attended a Christmas party at my English school.&lt;br /&gt;This school has a Christmas party every year. Most of the students and teachers attend the party. Students who have learned for a long time in this school helped the staff to manage the party.&lt;br /&gt;One of the students who runs a cooking school cooked all the dishes. They were very good.&lt;br /&gt;Some students played a piano, a guitar, a flute and a violin. They played very well.&lt;br /&gt;Female office staff and female teachers presented songs and dance. They put on special outfits and hair wigs. They were cute and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the conversation with some students who were taught by my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how to make best use of a lesson. I got some tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good party.&lt;br /&gt;Although I have spent very hard weekends at work, I had a good, relaxing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-4327881949814994765?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/4327881949814994765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=4327881949814994765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4327881949814994765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4327881949814994765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas party'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-4720812722158445480</id><published>2007-12-07T07:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:36:24.448+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>I corrected Japanese essay by a foreign students.</title><content type='html'>I corrected an essay written by a graduate student from Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;She has been in Japan for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;She can speak Japanese very well and has little difficulty in having an academic discussion with Japanese students. She can also write emails well in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked to check the Japanese expressions in her paper which she wants to post to an academic journal, I thought the corrections would not be so difficult considering her everyday Japanese level, so I agreed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking her Japanese, I soon found that it was not an easy task. Although there were few mistakes in her essay, I felt something strange in the sentences. I thought of many expressions which meant what she tried to mean in her Japanese, but I couldn't correct the sentences by using her original sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my English is much wore than her English. It must be a hard job to correct my poor English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-4720812722158445480?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/4720812722158445480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=4720812722158445480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4720812722158445480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4720812722158445480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-corrected-japanese-essay-by-foreign.html' title='I corrected Japanese essay by a foreign students.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-2569104874087042027</id><published>2007-12-06T16:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:36:56.316+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>I've got a happy phone.</title><content type='html'>A nurse from a daycare in the city where my university is located called me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know her and this is the first time I had talked with her.&lt;br /&gt;She said that she wanted to study in my office next year to research about the support system for mothers in troble in raising their own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read one of my books published several years ago, and she was so impressed that she wantd to have a lecture from a teacher like the author of that book.&lt;br /&gt;Although she had a strong need for learning, she was very busy searching for a way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Recently she found I was working in a university which is really close to her work place, so she decided to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;She also told me about what she thought about the book. Her impression was just what I wanted readers to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-2569104874087042027?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/2569104874087042027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=2569104874087042027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2569104874087042027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2569104874087042027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-got-happy-phone.html' title='I&apos;ve got a happy phone.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-2640434557238742373</id><published>2007-12-03T06:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:02:50.153+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>I went to the exhibition of the quilt</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a quilt exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;This exhibition is run by a woman who is famous of her quilt work and her apprentices.&lt;br /&gt;My friend presented her work at the exhibition. Her quilt was intricately stitched and beautiful. She told me that it took several months to accomplish a quilt rug.&lt;br /&gt;The world of quilt is completely different from the world I am living in, which is modernized and computerized.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the atmosphere of the handcrafts of the old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-2640434557238742373?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/2640434557238742373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=2640434557238742373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2640434557238742373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2640434557238742373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-went-to-exhibition-of-quilt.html' title='I went to the exhibition of the quilt'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-1422409886289603158</id><published>2007-12-02T06:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:30:19.167+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small ideas that occur to me'/><title type='text'>I thought about elderly people</title><content type='html'>I read an article of a newspaper about the shoplifting by elderly people.&lt;br /&gt;It was so interesting that I wrote a brief composition about it  &lt;br /&gt;I brought it to my English teacher,  asked him to check and talked about it with him.&lt;br /&gt;The composition has been uploaded on my Japanese blog.&lt;br /&gt;http://dekosan.cocolog-nifty.com/englishlearning/2007/12/increacing_shop.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the article, the number of the petty crime like shoplifting committed by elderly people has been increasing.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are thought to do because of their financial difficulties or their cognitive impairments. But the main reason for the crime is their loneliness or their wants for the people around them to acknowledge their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article reported several episodes. All of them were the episodes in the rural area in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can't imagine the situation of the elderly people in rural area because I am living in a big city.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the diversity between city and rural area  has  become  very large economically or in any other points of view. I guess that the situation of some elderly people living in the country could be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article also reported a project run by the volunteer group of the elderly people to stop the crime. The group &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; have conversations with elderly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;costumers&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supermarket&lt;/span&gt; to prevent them to feel lonely. &lt;br /&gt;I think it is a nice project.&lt;br /&gt;The group members are also elderly. They can be free from feeling lonely by the project while they save their peers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-1422409886289603158?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/1422409886289603158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=1422409886289603158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1422409886289603158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/1422409886289603158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-thought-about-elderly-people.html' title='I thought about elderly people'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3925065784296403466</id><published>2007-11-30T18:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:02:09.583+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>Many students came to my office</title><content type='html'>The 4th grade students must submit their thesis on December 20th in our faculty.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my students are very slow starters. Though I often told them to report on the progress of their thesis, they seemed not to concentrate on their task. They procrastinate with their task.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they seem to realize the situation where they now have only twenty days.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the students came to report on the progress (or non-progress) of their projects and asked for my advice.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that most of the students have energy which appears from them when they are driven into a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3925065784296403466?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3925065784296403466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3925065784296403466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3925065784296403466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3925065784296403466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-students-came-to-my-office.html' title='Many students came to my office'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-8988543267561427897</id><published>2007-11-28T05:27:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:01:27.537+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>I went to work to go through the park by bicycle</title><content type='html'>I went to work by bicycle today.&lt;br /&gt;Today's workplace was not my office. I went to an elementary school in which I often consult for the teachers of the special needs class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about seventeen kilometers from home. Almost all the way there, I rode on a promenade along a small river. There was a field of grass (Japanese pampas grass) and several ducks floating on the river.&lt;br /&gt;The promenade is across several parks. The leaves of the trees in the park had turned yellow and red. It was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It is about an hour's ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could work in a happy mood because I was really refreshed by the scenery of the autumn river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-8988543267561427897?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/8988543267561427897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=8988543267561427897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8988543267561427897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/8988543267561427897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-to-work-by-bicycle-today.html' title='I went to work to go through the park by bicycle'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-5196461077677529564</id><published>2007-11-26T04:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:00:35.834+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>I　walked around Kanda</title><content type='html'>I went to Kanda Awaji-cho this afternoon with my husband and son.&lt;br /&gt;There are many shops and restaurants which were built in the mid-Showa era. It was a very interesting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to a tailor to order my husband's new suits.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted gray suits. We saw several gray fabrics and decided on cloth which was a little expensive.&lt;br /&gt;We were satisfied with our shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a cafeteria which is famous for the drinks bar. We pay only 500 yen and we can drink several kinds of fresh juice, coffee and vegetable stew, as much as we want. It was a little cold so my son enjoyed two cups of hot stew.&lt;br /&gt;This cafeteria was built in the 70's. The atmosphere was very classical. The ceiling was very high. The tables and chairs were comfortable. I like this cafeteria very mach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had a busy weekend for a month, so I could relax to spend time in this classic town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-5196461077677529564?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/5196461077677529564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=5196461077677529564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5196461077677529564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/5196461077677529564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/walk-around-kanda.html' title='I　walked around Kanda'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-2487667197213789326</id><published>2007-11-25T08:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:22:40.580+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>Busy Saturday</title><content type='html'>In the morning, I went out to attend a meeting for my job in Shinjuku.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little bit of a hard meeting, but it finished within 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, I went to my daughter's junior high to attend parents' meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take the memo in which my daughter wrote her friend's name.  When she talked about her friends, she always called her friends by their nicknames. I don't know their family name although I know a lot of information about them.&lt;br /&gt;If I had brought that memo, I could have found the parents of her friends and could have talked  about our daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting continued for a very long time, so I left the school before the meeting was over.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the English school where I take the private lesson once a week. We talked about some interesting topic. It was a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-2487667197213789326?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/2487667197213789326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=2487667197213789326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2487667197213789326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/2487667197213789326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-saturday.html' title='Busy Saturday'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-3790110040155629094</id><published>2007-11-23T18:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:18:04.592+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>Autmun park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R0iy8dZwbuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9iM2QTA1pMA/s1600-h/img189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R0iy8dZwbuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9iM2QTA1pMA/s200/img189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136552126770605794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R0iy8tZwbvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oRJx075kumY/s1600-h/img190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R0iy8tZwbvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oRJx075kumY/s200/img190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136552131065573106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Showa Memorial Park by bicycle with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice autumn day. There were many trees whose leaves had turned red or yellow.&lt;br /&gt;The leaves reflected the light of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;It was really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes this park very much.&lt;br /&gt;He played as aggressively  as he could. He ran on the field, climbed onto rocks, bounced on the huge white balls and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became really tired on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes slept while he rode on his bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to got off it.  We walked back home pushing bicycle by hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-3790110040155629094?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/3790110040155629094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=3790110040155629094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3790110040155629094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/3790110040155629094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-to-showa-memorial-park-by.html' title='Autmun park'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJy7p8xrtqo/R0iy8dZwbuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9iM2QTA1pMA/s72-c/img189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-6081385904743954781</id><published>2007-11-23T07:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:11:26.481+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a mother'/><title type='text'>Daughter taught her brother "Shogi"</title><content type='html'>I have two children.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is thirteen and son is seven.&lt;br /&gt;The difference in the age between them is so large that it is usually difficult for them  to play with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my son asked my daughter to teach him how to play "Shogi",  a kind of Japanese chess.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to teach him.&lt;br /&gt;Their communication was really good. My daughter taught him shougi with great patience.&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the happy phase didn't last so long.&lt;br /&gt;When he almost came to lose at the end of the game,  he stopped playing, crying and  mixing up with the pieces of the game board.&lt;br /&gt;His sister couldn't put up with his attitude and got angry.&lt;br /&gt;I had to talk with both of them. It took thirty minutes to calm them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a mother is happy but exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-6081385904743954781?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/6081385904743954781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=6081385904743954781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6081385904743954781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/6081385904743954781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/daughter-taught-her-brother-shogi.html' title='Daughter taught her brother &quot;Shogi&quot;'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-4259761320502894783</id><published>2007-11-22T20:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:14:09.813+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as a teacher'/><title type='text'>Entrance Exam.</title><content type='html'>My university gave an entrance examination today.&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interview was included in the examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interviewed many applicants.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Most of the applicants told me that they wanted to be a counselor in the future to help people in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Some said that they had gone through many troubles. Other applicants said that they have managed to avoid being defeated. Both types said that they wanted to make use of their experiences to help others.&lt;br /&gt;The applicants surprisingly resembled each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I appreciate their consideration of others, but I found them they are very childish.&lt;br /&gt;Although there are many occupations in which they can help people through special knowledge and skill, they have little interest in acquiring special knowledge or skill. They seem to have only enthusiasm to help others.&lt;br /&gt;They also seem to think psychology is a magic wand for their purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We have to let some of them enter my university.&lt;br /&gt;We have to teach them that it is difficult to make helping itself an occupation. It could be a process of depriving them of the illusion of the might of psychology and forcing them to face them the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-4259761320502894783?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/4259761320502894783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=4259761320502894783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4259761320502894783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/4259761320502894783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/entrance-exam.html' title='Entrance Exam.'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364507767880313256.post-7216612494414267943</id><published>2007-11-21T21:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:51:19.938+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life for myself'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I am going to keep a diary on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of two children and teaching psychology as a lecturer a the private university in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;The topics of this blog will be my life with children, my life with my students and  small findings that occur to me while riding my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  training of my English writing. I hope to enjoy writing this blog for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364507767880313256-7216612494414267943?l=dekosan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/feeds/7216612494414267943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2364507767880313256&amp;postID=7216612494414267943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7216612494414267943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2364507767880313256/posts/default/7216612494414267943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dekosan.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>dekosan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00803445125587723594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
