it hasn’t been all bad.

29 December 2016 § Leave a comment

And now for my 2016 update. I didn’t expect that it would be a year.

It started off rather poorly. It has been a year of second guessing my career choices. A year of wondering what it is that I really want to do. While I’m certain that I will in time/life be pushed further, it has been a year of being pushed to my limits. 65 hour work weeks, managing more expectations than I thought I could handle. Struggling to prioritise between having a job, having a job that allows me to also have some semblance of a life, having a job that I feel that I’m good, and having a job that makes me happy.

Somewhere amidst all of that introspectiveness, I found a way to balance work and life a little better. Finally, in my fourth year of teaching here in London, I have managed to avoid bringing home any work for a whole term. This is a huge accomplishment. It is very likely a result of finally having my own proper work space and teaching solely Maths. I might even go so far as to say that it’s been quite an enjoyable term.

That said, the term is over. A new one awaits me in January, which also sees a change in management. The rest of the academic year is hidden in shadows, no doubt full of surprises. The pessimist in me dreads it. I am applying for a new visa, which will give me the freedom to change job should I so choose.

Navigating the UK visa system’s been a treat. I don’t have much more to say on that.

In the past year, I’ve made it to Amsterdam and to Krakow. And back to Niagara! We’ve had numerous opportunities to meet up with good friends here and there, catching up over good beer in busy cities.

As we approach 2017, I am also approaching my 30th birthday. I intend to celebrate it with singing and career counselling.


and so.

14 December 2015 § 2 Comments

I’m still here.

I get up at 5:45 every morning. I get to work at about 7:00. I usually get home around 6:00. I teach, I plan, I mark, I assess, I make phone calls, I enter data, I solve problems, I make problems. The last thing I think about is updating a blog.

Sometimes, though, I think about the fact that when I’m driving, my left hand is on the gearstick. I think about how I don’t know how to sound deliberately Canadian. About how I found it easier to meet people and make friends in a country where I couldn’t speak the dominant language very well. How as I’m getting older, exercise seems more important, but time seems more scarce (scarcer?).  How the longer I’m away from Japan, the more of a personal Neverland it seems. How I loved being back in Southern Ontario in the summer because it felt so comfortable and I loved being near the people I love, but the thought of moving back with any kind of permanence scares me.

More on these stories at a later date. Possibly not for another year or two, but ideally sooner.

summer in the city.

28 July 2014 § 1 Comment

And just like that, my first year as a secondary school teacher is complete. Above all else, patience and humility got me through – along with some dear individuals who helped me keep things in perspective. I’m excited about putting in to practice next academic year what I’ve learned this past one. I’m also excited that I am in the midst of a six week long holiday. 

While lots of people fly off to destinations far and near, I am spending most of the summer here in London, doing all the things I wish I had more time to do during the school year. Learning to drive in the UK, reading, jogging/making efforts to be more fit, writing, donating blood, learning to make bread. 

Being done my first year of teaching also means that I’ve nearly been living in the UK for a year. 

I’ve been writing poetry on and off since elementary school, nearly since I could write a coherent sentence. I find that each phase of my life is accompanied by a different voice, a different kind of poetry. Middle school was fantasy, Tolkein-inspired stuff. High school was poems about loneliness and love. University was academic and playful. Post-University was thoughtful and romantic. Japan was reflective and focussed on communication. England doesn’t have a voice yet. This has been reflected in my lack of writing poetry, as well as my general ambivalence about living here – so obvious when anyone asks how I find living in London/England (“Umm.. well,.. it’s good. Not great, but.. it’s alright..! You know, I don’t love it, don’t really hate it…”). I’m hoping I can find that voice this summer.

A colleague lent me a book a while back. “Burnt Shadows”, by Kamila Shamsie. I only just started reading it last week, as my holiday kicked off (“At least one book every two weeks!” I promised myself). It seems to fit fairly well with this idea of finding my England voice. While it is driven largely by international conflict, it follows the lives of a few different families as they move about, providing a thoughtful look at ideas of loss and foreignness. I’m about two thirds in. I recommend it. Y’know, if it sounds like your kind of thing. 

And that’s your end of July update! Over and out.



B positive.

9 June 2014 § Leave a comment

I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.” (Kurt Vonnegut)


Ah, the end of the academic year is nigh. Six more weeks before summer break. The school is buzzing with talk of schedules, exams, exam results, end of year activities, data, meeting targets, etc. Yes, it’s stressful. And everyday has been a reminder for me of how important it is to stay positive. I’ve become increasingly aware of second-hand stress. All those horrible, negative feelings that arise when things are too much, when things don’t go the way you want, when nothing is going the way you want it – and they’re not my feelings! They’re everybody else’s!

Second-hand stress

My partner has commented before on how your environment and everyday activities really affect how you respond to issues. I mean, if you are a runner in a kitchen at a post-production house, the “big issues” are things like the dishwasher not working, or a client complaining when the tea’s not quite right or if you’re out of a particular kind of biscuit. When you really think about it, they’re not big issues, but if that’s what you’re experiencing everyday, then it gains more significance. It’s easy enough to complain and to point out everything that’s wrong, but do you really know what it’s like in other places? Do you really know what everybody else is going through that might lead them to say that thing you didn’t like, or to make them forget to do that thing that they didn’t do, that you then complained about?

A friend posted on Facebook the other day: “Practice noticing when life is good.” Certainly, it does need practicing. It is so easy to get caught up in a cycle of negative thinking. It’s easy to complain. It’s easy to point out everything that sucks. And to make matters worse, it’s highly contagious. But you know… it’s also easy to change the topic. It’s easy to say something nice. And when some of that stuff seems harder than it should be, or when that negative thinking is catching like wildfire, it’s easy to leave the room (well, usually).

So, you, reading this. Practice noticing when life is good. If you’re happy, think about how nice that is. And encourage others to do the same. And when you are on the verge of complaining about someone or something, exercise a little empathy and think before you speak. And then, maybe, don’t complain.





30 April 2014 § Leave a comment

Today, a student told me that I’m his favourite teacher. I thought to myself, “I’ll bet he says that to all his teachers”. I hate to be so negative, though, and when I thought about the fact that, without my asking him to, he willingly stayed after school for an hour to go over his homework with me to make sure he understood, I thought maybe there was some truth in what he said.

There are so many days where it’s difficult to stay positive or feel like I’m doing anything right. Sometimes, it’s not so unlike my first weeks and months working in a restaurant for the first time when I was 19. Sometimes.


April 2014.

12 April 2014 § Leave a comment

One of the key differences so far between my life in England and my life in Japan: my work now requires most of my energy. Day trips and adventuring are not as frequent as a result. When I have time to do whatever I want, that ends up being staying in in my pajamas. I admire the other teachers from abroad here who take full advantage of their time off by exploring the UK and other parts of Europe. A part of me, though I hate to admit it, was more motivated to see Japan on the basis of it being Japan (England, you’re still cool though! Don’t take it personally!). 

More than anything, I’ve been trying to take advantage of being in London, of being in a big city. A trip to Royal Albert Hall to see Pixar in Concert, seeing Canadian band Walk off the Earth in Shepherd’s Bush, a poetry event at the Southbank Centre to listen to five poet laureates, film screenings in Soho, improv comedy at the Comedy Club, overpriced ramen, a long walk around Kew Gardens. 

Along with enjoying London, I’ve been trying to figure out what I actually want to be when I grow up. After having spent four years studying English literature at University, I find myself leaning towards specializing in maths, particularly where students with weak numeracy skills are concerned. This has come as somewhat of a surprise to me. 

Nonetheless, I want to continue exercising my writing skills. I’ve written a couple of film reviews for The Film Circle Reviews (for Under the Skin and the new Robocop). Poetry has been sparse, however. I’m hoping the two week break I’m enjoying now will bring me some inspiration that isn’t solely related to teaching/education. 

Every now and again I am reminded that I’m not from around here, especially when I hear words I’m not familiar with, or words being used in a way with which I’m not familiar. Hard graft. Todger. Yorkshire “pudding”. It was fun when we were in Canada, having it the other way around. Tom tried on some clothes at a store. Upon coming out of the changing rooms, a store clerk asked, “How’d you make out with those?” Tom: “Sorry? That’s not what I do with my clothes…”




Extracts from the Flight to Japan.

11 March 2014 § Leave a comment

I pulled an all-nighter last night for the first time since sometime in 4th or 5th year. As the hours flew by, I was feeling mostly scared. Doubtful. AS IF I’m actually going to Japan for 14 months. My life has been fairly consistent, never much drastic change. To be perfectly honest, there is a part of me that wants to turn around and go home and be SAFE and not take a RISK. But I know it will be fine. Everything in my life suggests that it’s what I ought to do. For the sake of affirming my independence (albeit in a sort of extreme way), for the sake of breaking bad habits that I’d continue if I don’t leave, for the sake of maybe giving myself time to figure myself out…

We are around 3 hours over the ocean now. Still 9 hours to go. Watched “127 Hours”, starring James Franco. It was good. Not spectacular, but I enjoyed it Considering how long our flight is, they don’t offer much selection for viewing, unless I want to pay. Listened to some of my friends’ recordings earlier… They’re wonderful. JC chose a short story by Vonnegut. Phil read “Sunflower Sutra”, though I only just started listening to it as we were about to land in San Francisco. (“Frisco hilly tincan sitdown evening vision”). EA read “What Teachers Make” and another poem and that Bahz Luhrmann “Wear Sunscreen”…

It still isn’t real. At this point, it feels like it will never be. I’ll get back to St. Catharines next year and it will all have felt like a dream. I’m afraid that I’ll want to stay longer, ha,I’m afraid that I won’t. I feel like I’ll feel guilty if I don’t stay longer than just a year, like, what’s wrong with me?! Everyone else stays!! I know I’ll make new friends in Japan, but the ones I already have no are so dear to me…

I feel like I can’t think directly about it. “But tell it slant”. It’s too much to think about. I know that so many other people have done this before me, and even for longer amounts of time. But this is me. Homesick when I’m down the stret. And now I’m a quarter of the way around the world…

Now around 3h 30m left on the flight. Can’t see Ontario on the map display on my little monitor thing. Overall, the flight has been swell!..

1h 20 m left. I am quite tired, probably from just being on here so long. We are getting more food now. I just want to sleep the rest of the time, but it’s probably a good thing to try to stay awake and alert from here on out. Gonna be an alien soon!! A minority! More white than Japanese! Oh boy!

Currently 10 PM in Osaka. I have already made 1 new friend. I am lying in new sheets. My fridge is decorated with photos. I ate some food from a convenience store. I paid my rent. I have a shower. I called home. Don’t have Internet yet. It’s warm out during the day. I have no heater. I am all alone.