Immediately preceding “morning on the mountain” was karaoke night, in which participated almost all the JETs of Shiso, including our two departing (my predecessor Lara, and Ryan’s pred George), our two new high school JETs, and lacking only the guy who is assigned to the most remote of the junior high schools in town.
It was everything you could want it to be.
We were at it for four hours. All screaming along at the top of our lungs.
Aside from the fact that we did DSB faaaar too early, this night was the best karaoke experience I have ever had.
In Japan, karaoke generally happens in a little room you rent with your friends for some period of time. You can input your selections electronically and they play through the system in your room. You only have to hear the songs you and your friends want, and you don’t have to embarrass yourself in front of strangers. These people clearly invented this system a certain way for a reason.
I was proud to note that we were about on par with the rooms I passed on the way to the bathroom, all of them filled with real Japanese people doing real Japanese karaoke. Just because we were singing in English, we were no less loud and no more on key.