Speaking of Pooh…

What Winnie the Pooh character do you find yourself most closely associating with? I am sure such a rhetorical question has you scrambling and keeps you up nights. But, since you have free time (evidenced by your reading of this Blog) please read on…

Actually I have shown this movie, Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree in class a few times. And after watching students see the “honey tree” episode a half dozen times, it has provoked several thoughts.

The short version is that my character changes depending on where I am. At work I tend to be Eeyore, moping about as I am assaulted by 15 year olds acting maybe 1/3 that age. And occasionally, my tail does often fall off, usually between 4^th period and lunch.

On the train I tend to be either owl, reading away and get irked by the simpletons who seem to enjoy looking at me, rather than at their fellow commuters. I do admit that I am quite tall, quite pale, and therefore, one must assume, worthy of a good, lengthy stare. I mean, just so different. The thing here is, I feel like the Japanese tend to look very much alike. Often I see students (wearing the essentially national black quasi-militaristic uniform) who I think belong to my school, but in fact, they are just not.

When I get up late or have to scramble between train companies, then I am basically feeling akin to piglet. He is one nervous fellow. For reasons my friends and I have yet to discern, this nervousness has shaped my experience and marred several days at school recently. Come payday and the looming lengthy vacations I am privy to, temporarily the flood of relief is overwhelming. And piglet, being such a runty fellow, is always nervous, not because he is afraid of owl turning on him and talons, gleaming making short work of his rodenty torso; but because he has shit to do.

And on those occasions when I find I need to lift my spirits, then I shadow the sweets binge and get my rounded, fingerless paws in some honey. More accurately, I tear into some individually-wrapped goodness known as the 89 yen chocolate bars series, some of which are called Look or, an across the board favorite, Dars.

The worlds...

I will visit the world's oldest wooden building. So far I have enjoyed the World's longest bench (Kanazawa) and more recently, the World's Largest Frypan, located in Long Beach, Washington.

I am not sure of distinction, but the Siem Reap airport has got to have a leg in for World's smallest airport terminal.

And the world's largest people must be Americans.

And the world's farthest-reaching coffee chain has to be Starbucks.

I would like, however to someday see*
* the world's oldest vomit, the world's angriest couple and the world's most polluted city, if not just to mock, and congradulate myself for being, ultimately, superior to everyone else.