The Press Enterprise has an article about a teacher at Freedom Crest Elementary, Jolene Bedley, who was selected for the Japan Fulbright Memorial Fund program that sends teachers to Japan for three weeks...
She will spend three weeks in October traveling through Japan and visiting schools to learn how the Japanese school system works in hopes of sharing that knowledge with her American colleagues.
Read the full article here...
http://www.pe.com/..../PE_News_Local_S_sfulbright22.409a399.htmlI started my schooling in Japan. My father was in the US Navy, and during the years between 1969-1971, he was in Vietnam working as a hospital corpsman. He moved our family to Yokohama, Japan so that he could spend more time visiting us.
That worked out well for my mom, because she was born and raised in Japan.
Many of the children of US service men living around the Tokyo Bay attended Sancta Maria International School, run by the Catholic Diocese, located in Nerima. The entire faculty were nuns. It was a great solution for Americans because the school taught in English, and celebrated Christianity which was rare in a society dominated by Buddhism.

I went to kindergarten at age 4 there. We all had to wear uniforms then, and in kindergarten the boys had to wear this goofy looking pull over dress. I don't know who their clothes designer was, but it must have been a cruel joke. I remember a teacher in my kindergarten class, walking over to another boy who was goofing off, and wacked his fingers with a cane. The kid was my age for crying out loud! My mom enrolled me in piano lessons there, and the nun who taught music refused to teach me any further because I wouldn't sit still.
For Christmas, a Japanese Santa Claus visited the school and brought every boy a set of plastic bowling pins. I don't recall what the girls got. And in the Christmas play, I was one of the drummers.
Sancta Maria taught all grades from preschool up to the senior class of high school. I have a year book from the class of 1970, and the graduating high school class had only 10 people in it. But because most of the students were "military brats", their stay at Sancta Maria lasted only one or two years, and were never able to forge lasting friendships with other kids.
When my father's tour of duty was complete, he was assigned to Balboa Hospital in San Diego, and we moved there in 1971. I was five years old then and found myself having to take kindergarten all over again, just to stay in sync with the other kids.
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