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- After living in Portugal for 15 years and teaching English in various capacities there, including at the University of Aveiro, I moved back to the United States in 2019. Returning for our church was the best decision we have ever made and God has been so good to us. Reading the Bible everyday and trying to keep the commandments of Jesus are my priorities, along with loving my family and all the people God has put into my life. Helping people is something I enjoy doing, and meeting the individual needs of students who want to learn English is important to me.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Student Writing
An unconscious habit
無意識の癖
Masaharu Yamauchi
山内 雅晴
Last month, I went to the blood donation center to donate plasma for the 95th time. For me, providing blood that is as pure as a baby’s blood to society is my mission, I think.
So going there once or twice in a month is a routine event in my daily life. That day, as always, I took a medical examination given by a doctor, checking my blood pressure and taking a blood sample before donating blood. A plasma donation takes twice as long as a normal blood donation－almost one hour. They need to separate the plasma from the blood in a separator. And the separated blood is returned to my body. Although I like donating blood, I still don’t like being given a needle for a donation that is thicker than a normal one. Anyway it worked out well. Also today, my blood was properly provided to society. The last process is to check the blood pressure by using an easy manometer to measure it binding my wrist like a watch. I didn’t expect this to cause trouble. Since the position where I put the device on my wrist is the same as my watch, I loosened the watch but didn’t take it off my wrist. A few minutes later, it displayed that my pulse was normal. And a nurse said, “Thank you for your cooperation. Please go home carefully. If you don’t stop feeling dizzy, call us.” And before leaving the center, we are supposed to be given a gift (toothpaste set, towel, socks, etc) from the reception clerk. When I got a toothpaste set and started to leave there, I realized that I didn’t have my watch on my wrist. I imagined I must have forgotten it on the chair. I returned to the desk and I told her that I may have forgotten my watch on the chair. Although she checked it, nothing was found. I tried to keep calm and said, “Thank you. I will look for again.” In my mind, I became upset and I started searching in my pockets. But nothing was found. I couldn’t recall what I did after loosening my watch. A few minutes later, I found it on the upper part of my arm. It was very embarrassing for the clerk and me.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Student Writing- Mr. Masaharu Yamauchi-山内 雅晴
One Birthday’s event
When I entered high school in the army camp that belonged to the Defense Ministry, a drill sergeant told us in a stately manner about basic army rules: one of them was that you weren’t allowed to go to the hospital outside the camp on your own initiative without permission from the camp’s dispensary in the case of becoming sick.
One day after 9 years had passed since joining the army, I had a toothache in the lower right area of my mouth. And following the army’s rule, I went to the camp’s dispensary. I entered the dentist’s room for the first time in one decade. After checking my mouth, a young dentist, who was a second lieutenant, said to me, “The cause of the toothache was a wisdom tooth that was in the lower right back of your mouth. To remove the pain, we need to pull it out. Since it has grown in horizontally, at this stage it would be very difficult to pull it out using my current technique. But fortunately, next week the most predominant dentist in the army, who is a cornel, is supposed to come. I advise you to make an appointment so he will treat you.” I agreed with his idea. The day I made the appointment was my birthday and I imagined it would be an ordinary day except that I would grow one year older.
The day came. I went to there with a feeling that I wanted to avoid pulling it out, but had no choice. And a nurse told me to sit in the patient’s chair and wait for the dentist. A few seconds later the dentist appeared and we exchanged greetings that were used in normal life in Japan. I was confident that I didn’t make him angry. He said, “Let’s get started. At first I’ll inject a few narcotics around the wisdom tooth, so you’ll feel little pain.” As far as I remember, at least two shots he injected didn’t work. Although I said they didn’t work, he ignored my plea. He tried to keep pulling it out using a special tool like a big screwdriver. I couldn’t help but cry. I imagined it was torture or an operation in an abandoned field hospital. If it was torture I would definitely have told everything I knew or done what he said. But he kept doing it in silence. It would be called death throes. Over one hour later, I realized I had survived.
When I entered high school in the army camp that belonged to the Defense Ministry, a drill sergeant told us in a stately manner about basic army rules: one of them was that you weren’t allowed to go to the hospital outside the camp on your own initiative without permission from the camp’s dispensary in the case of becoming sick.
One day after 9 years had passed since joining the army, I had a toothache in the lower right area of my mouth. And following the army’s rule, I went to the camp’s dispensary. I entered the dentist’s room for the first time in one decade. After checking my mouth, a young dentist, who was a second lieutenant, said to me, “The cause of the toothache was a wisdom tooth that was in the lower right back of your mouth. To remove the pain, we need to pull it out. Since it has grown in horizontally, at this stage it would be very difficult to pull it out using my current technique. But fortunately, next week the most predominant dentist in the army, who is a cornel, is supposed to come. I advise you to make an appointment so he will treat you.” I agreed with his idea. The day I made the appointment was my birthday and I imagined it would be an ordinary day except that I would grow one year older.
The day came. I went to there with a feeling that I wanted to avoid pulling it out, but had no choice. And a nurse told me to sit in the patient’s chair and wait for the dentist. A few seconds later the dentist appeared and we exchanged greetings that were used in normal life in Japan. I was confident that I didn’t make him angry. He said, “Let’s get started. At first I’ll inject a few narcotics around the wisdom tooth, so you’ll feel little pain.” As far as I remember, at least two shots he injected didn’t work. Although I said they didn’t work, he ignored my plea. He tried to keep pulling it out using a special tool like a big screwdriver. I couldn’t help but cry. I imagined it was torture or an operation in an abandoned field hospital. If it was torture I would definitely have told everything I knew or done what he said. But he kept doing it in silence. It would be called death throes. Over one hour later, I realized I had survived.
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