Last week, my giant guinea pig rode the train far, far away to take the public high school entrance exams. As the firstborn, he is the one I have experimented all my random notions on, most notably raising the kids overseas and just tossing them into the public school system as non-Japanese speaking Americans. It was a sink or swim idea, for sure, and concocted by a much younger and more naive mother than I am today. And there have been so many points along the way where he was sinking fast to the bottom and I wanted to dive in and rescue him. But then this happened today:
He got in! Such a relief, though part of me knew he would. All the same, whew, you know. I mean, entrance exams in Japan are utter hell. If he hadn’t been admitted, we would have had to pay for him to go to private school, which he was already accepted to and to which we already gave a hefty non-refundable deposit. There are still uniforms and supplies and such to consider but that comes later. First, we are having some lemon cheesecake tarts that taste like sunny heaven and then the mighty new high schooler is going out to celebrate with his class at a yakiniku restaurant.
My hair-brained idea worked.
Now to to crank out some more crackpot schemes…