Sayonara

On my last day at school, I sat fanning myself in the sweltering heat. I only had two more hours to survive--ever--in the 90-degree teachers' room heat. As I got up from my chair, the teacher who sat behind me (the one who assumed white people don't like crab) stopped me.

"Hey MatchaMonkey, you look like a Japanese person," he said.

"..."

"The way you were fanning yourself--you're very good at fanning yourself--made you look Japanese."

And with that, I knew I could leave. I knew I had learned enough to be able to leave Japan satisfied with what I had accomplished there.