Other changes only take a couple of hours, but you're left sitting alone in a room reciting
到达汗湿的成人田三天后，新的喷气机发现自己闯入他们的县级集团，走向他们的新家，以及为农村展示的人来说 - 强烈怀疑他们的安全和熟悉的泡沫即将成为野蛮的破裂。
As it happens, one of those new JETs waking up at 5:30 AM to pack bags and feel harried by fate, was named Will Larson (the others probably had names too). The Gifu prefecture group wasn't going to coalesce into a unit until 8:30, but he had plans to meet someone for breakfast.
He might have, perhaps, thought to himself that the orientation in Tokyo was like an extravagant firework display: thousands of shortlived sparks and intense flashes that--barring deliberate and intentional action to prevent it--fade quickly into darkness. Hundreds of strangers collide, and are then interconnected by the glue of shared fears and enthusiasm... but these bonds are tempered by the quiet realization that they may never hear of each other again.
He almost certainly didn't think these things to himself though, he was probably just looking forward to breakfast.
The Trip to Gifu Prefecture in Two Conversations
钥匙GW : other new ALT in Hidashi. Initials do not stand for George Walker.
Standing in Keio Plaza Hotel
GW: Hey man, how are you? Looking forward to Hidashi?
GW: Oh, you didn't read the website?
WL: Um. I thought it was only in Japanese?
WL: Wow. No, I didn't read any of it. I read the Wikipedia entry, it said it was a legal entity composed of four villages, it wasn't exactly helpful.
GW: The Japanese one had information about busses and the government. They even had government minutes. Apparently they have an active communist party, they voiced some complaints at the last meeting.
GW: Yeah... I can't wait to meet our supervisor.
GW: Yeah, he's going to be awesome. He's going to be like one of the boys.
WL: Umm. I hope so.
GW: Seriously, I have this like vision of how he's going to be. It doesn't make any sense, but I have it.
WL：是的。。。he'll be like that, or really disgruntled and unhappy with working with us. Either way it'll be entertaining.
WL: Oh, looks like we have to line up.
GW: Yeah. Its going to be awesome. I'm looking forward to using Japanese again.
WL: Ehh. Well I was a computer science major, but I had about three years. Sort of.
GW: I know I've said this before, but man, our supervisor is going to be the man. I'm so excited about meeting him.
WL: Woah, thats Mt. Fuji.
WL: Well, I guess we're here. We're finally going to meet 'The Man'.
We do indeed meet our supervisor. It probably isn't overstating things to say that he is indeed the man.
The drive is irrefutably gorgeous. The trees cover the mountains far more thickly than I have seen in the over-harvested Appalachian hills. The mountains rise abruptly from the plains. They too are a marked contrast with the casual slopes and gradual mountains of Appalachia. However, Appalachia's beauty has long faded into the mist of familiarity, a fate that the beauty of the Japanese Alps has not yet shared.
It must be said, that the rural beauty of northern Gifu was causing a subtle dread to build in my stomach: I kept wondering where the hell I was going. Each passed mountain and each crossed river added to the distance between the world I understood, and the one that I was going to be spending the next year living in. When we finally turned off the highway for the final forty minute drive, it became even more rural, with most signs of civilization dropping away. This wasn't quite what I expected.
快速开车穿过市中心,我们到达亮kan. I am told to take a shower, and that dinner will be ready for me afterwards. So, I take a shower in the public bathing area, dry off, go up to my room, and put together a set of more-clean-than-dirty clothes to wear. When I am finishing putting my clothing on, the room phone rings and I am told to come down and have dinner. So I do.
Dinner is a bit odd. I am guided to a table that faces a wall, and am sat down to enjoy my dinner with the unadorned wall as my only companion. It is a lot of food, all of it delicious, and eating the whole of it takes about an hour. The wall and I have many conversations, but one line comes into my head and I desperately want to find someone to say it to: "I woke up this morning surrounded by a thousand Americans, and now I will go to sleep alone." But there wasn't anyone I could talk to. So I stared at the wall, ate my dinner, and eventually went to bed.