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“We don’t think it’s a good idea to give you more heaters for the classroom.” Ietaka-Sensei said.

It wasn’t that Ietaka-Sensei or Japanese people in general liked to be cold – the kotatsu, nabe parties, and sukiyaki feasts were good examples of how they deal intelligently with the cold – but at least as far as education was concerned, he valued the cold as a tool to ensure the students could deal with unfavorable situations. Many educators in Japan saw the cold as a valuable tool for education, so at a student council meeting, when the board of elected students requested more heaters for the classrooms, the proposal was rejected in mere seconds.

“In fact, its better that you don’t have heat, it keeps your mind alert and ready to learn,” emphasizing the last syllable for effect.

The bad news was that I shared the same school with the children, and though it seemed logical that cold kept the mind alert, I was not interested in forced learning. To combat the cold and the communist response to it, I wore every piece of clothing I owned indoors. I wore layers upon layers of clothing, and bought lined snow pants from Fuji (“Happy Shopping…..Fuuuuuji!”). Every day I wore a different beanie, and when it was really cold, two scarves, a sweatshirt and a heavy coat, and this was just what I wore indoors.

It snowed four times that winter, but only settled twice. My brain seemed like jelly and I had constant, enduring headaches. I dreamt of Palm Springs and swim up bars and midday drunkenness, and then the icy wind from China woke me up.

I didn’t do much during those months; getting home and getting warm was my version of daily success. Playing basketball was out of the question, visiting friends was a slight possibility, but only if they had a kotatsu, the Japanese plug-in table covered in blankets to roast your feet and legs.

It’s well known among foreigners living in Japan that unless you live in Hokkaido or the most northern regions of Honshu, you’re house will not be equipped with central heating or insulation. Despite Japan’s leadership of world technology, home heating seems to have missed the modern innovations radar.

 

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Instead most people heat one or perhaps two rooms of the home, and often do so with smelly kerosene heaters. A friend once joked that it was the gas from the kerosene heaters themselves that had killed Japanese brain cells, thus making the Japanese stupider and incapable of changing the construction procedures for homes in Japan. Japan certainly had the means to install central heating in homes, but for some reason the culture of construction seemed totally averse to change. Houses without central heating or insulation were the norm, and, as I was beginning to learn, the norm was not so easily changed in Japan.

Unfortunately, if there was one thing I hadn’t been raised to deal it with, it was bad weather. Three years of university in Los Angeles had erased all memories of rain or wind from my mind. There is was all sunshine, all the time.

Now it was all my clothes, all the time. I began sleeping in my bulky get up, mostly because it was too cold for movement in general, and movement seemed required to take off the clothes. The Sasaki’s brought me a plush felt blanket for my bed, which certainly helped. I left the heater on all night, woke up feeling like all fluids had been drained from my body, and cracked my way out of bed to the shower to re-hydrate.

When the sun finally did come out, as a pump-fake in February and then for real in March, I basked in it, sitting outside the gym on the cold concrete, tanning my face but still wrapped in four layers of clothing. In weeks it would be humid – the Shikoku weather seemed that extreme sometimes – but now it was only warm in direct line to the sun.

And though the weather would change quickly, my habits would not. 21 years in California had conditioned me for heat, two years in Mima was conditioning me for the cold. It would be at least a few weeks before my brain thawed out and told my body it was time to wear shorts. So much for Ietaka-Sensei’s theory about cold weather’s and its positive effect on the brain.