Updates (research and life)

Hello there!

This blog has unfortunately been pretty inactive in the past few years (despite me wanting to go back to it), but I wanted to announce that I’m hoping to move (or copy) all of the information about Oberlin Nikkei students to their own page. Initially I had uploaded all my findings onto my personal blog for convenience, but I never thought that so many people throughout the years would find them and reach out to thank me for documenting their grandparent or an old friend/colleague. Thank you so much to everyone who has sent me a message! *If you are a relative or friend of someone who was a student at Oberlin College during the war, please email the Oberlin Alumni Association at alumni@oberlin.edu or the Alumni Magazine at alum.mag@oberlin.edu with any information or stories you’d like to share! They’d be really happy to hear from you.*

Oberlin has not contacted me about making a separate website for these students, but I’m hoping to collaborate with my brother Alex Guevara to make a separate space for these stories and photos, one that will no longer be tied to my personal blog. (I’m pretty sure there’s at least one page referenced by Wikipedia! Who did that?? In any case, this is Wikipedia’s page that references Oberlin College and the Alumni Magazine’s article on Oberlin taking in students during the war.)

In the meantime, thank you for your interest!

Here are some books that I’ve read since my time at Oberlin that have addressed (directly or indirectly) Japanese-American incarceration and internment during World War 2. If you are interested in reading some non-fiction and fictional accounts, I suggest you look these up!:

  • Farewell to Manzanar (non-fiction), Janine Wakatsuki
  • The Moved-Outers (fiction), Florence Crannell Means
  • Manzanar (photo book), Ansel Adams
  • No-No Boy, a novel by John Okada (about a young Japanese-American ostracized from his own community for refusing to go to war once the draft began)
  • The Buddha in the Attic, Julie Otsuka (her novel When the Emperor was Divine addresses the subject more directly but I haven’t gotten hold of it yet)
  • Snow Falling on Cedars (fiction), David Guterson

I REALLY wish I could go see George Takei’s musical Allegiance! It’s my dream to work on something like that!! What a fantastic combination.. historical + musical theatre! Unfortunately I’ve never been in the States when it’s been running, and there haven’t been any showings in Japan…. yet. Please go see it for me!

I also hope that in the future I can do something with my own idea for a (probably YA) novel regarding the subject. In any case, I managed to type out over 50,000 words for a draft of it for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2016. If you love to write or have always wanted to write, I recommend you participate in their contests! The 50,000 word draft contest is always in November, but right now they have something called “Camp NaNoWriMo”, for which writers design their own goals (word count, # of minutes, hours, pages, lines, etc.) for the month of April. I’m kind of participating, but I’ll be starting work next week after a long spring break. (I’ll be teaching English every day at three different schools!)

Another life update: I began Japanese to English translation through the website Gengo and have also done other random freelance work from tourism details to doujinshi (fan-made manga). Since I originally came to Japan wanting to use Japanese and not just teach English, I hope I can keep this up and develop my skills further- even amidst teaching at three schools.

My immediate goal, however, is to learn how to stay organized and keep track of so many different schools/classes/students! Any teachers out there with great tips?

Goodbye for now!



Kiwis are Awesome

Check out my friend’s amazing blog of wonderful travel illustrations!!

Sketchbook Wanderings

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: I love kiwi birds. These creatures are so under appreciated outside of New Zealand, so I made a handy guide showcasing nine things that make kiwis awesome. For more kiwi art check out my posts from Willowbank Park and the Auckland Museum.

Brownbook No. 16

Liner pen and watercolor

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It’s been about a year and a half since my last blog post, which is absolutely shameful. Much has happened, much has changed, though I’m still living in Machida, Tokyo. I now teach several jobs part-time, teaching university students, junior high school students, and assisting at an English immersion kindergarten. For the first time since college, I work five days a week like a “normal” adult. While I’ve been a night owl since elementary school (according to my mom) and have never gone to bed before midnight unless I was sick, I’ve gotten much better at waking up early for work. I often need to bike to the station. I spend much of my days commuting on trains, during which I try to study for a MA in TESOL from the New School (reading articles or posting on discussion boards), or mark students’ essay drafts without making disgruntled faces.

Pretty dry post for now, but it’s 12:40 and I should hit the hay as they say so I’m not a zombie with the kids tomorrow.

Speaking of hay, I get to see horses almost every week. That’s new.


“Children need art and stories and poems and music as much as they need love and food and fresh air and play. “

Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award

Pullman Philip 2

Wise words from Philip Pullman, who received the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award in 2005:

Children need art and stories and poems and music as much as they need love and food and fresh air and play. If you don’t give a child food, the damage quickly becomes visible. If you don’t let a child have fresh air and play, the damage is also visible, but not so quickly. If you don’t give a child love, the damage might not be seen for some years, but it’s permanent.

But if you don’t give a child art and stories and poems and music, the damage is not so easy to see. It’s there, though. Their bodies are healthy enough; they can run and jump and swim and eat hungrily and make lots of noise, as children have always done, but something is missing.

It’s true that some people grow up never encountering…

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Shansi Report – Taiko and Progress

I knew from the beginning that if I were to get Shansi, I would want to take classes at a taiko dojo in Tokyo. Since enrolling at the prestigious Oedo Sukeroku Taiko dojo in September last year, I have come a long way. For over half a year I was constantly scolded or criticized by Kobayashi Sensei, who is also the head of the school. It was difficult to fix all the “bad habits” of my playing style that were fine in OCT but not at the dojo. Because I joined halfway through the year, I was learning not only the style, but the song as well, and I felt embarrassed when the whole class would stop every two minutes so Sensei could correct my form, which deteriorated even more if I tried to focus on the melody. However, at some point within the past two months I began to finally feel comfortable at the drum. I was criticized less and given more advice on how to make my playing look sharper and cooler. I began to enjoy classes again, despite the long and tedious commute. I was then honored to perform in my first Japanese taiko performance on a large stage in Ikebukuro, Tokyo.

The members of the dojo rented out a large auditorium near Ikebukuro’s City Hall, paying a whopping 20,000yen each. Mostly all of the dojo’s 100+ monkasei or students were performing in their respective classes, and everyone invited their family and friends. My class is considered a beginner level class, and so to watch the senior members (who ranged from middle-schoolers to grandparents) was a humbling and inspiring experience. When it was almost my group’s turn to perform, I was nervous, as usual, and wiped the sweat off my palms countless times while taking deep, loud breaths. Once I got onto the stage, however, I was able to smile, kiai (vocally send energy to the others), and pull off the minute-and-a-half solo that I had practiced as smoothly as I could have hoped for. While I have had doubts about whether I would continue next year, taiko is something I have always loved, and so I want to continue and improve. Through my taiko performance and through teaching English I realized that I am now finally able to get over stage fright—as soon as I am on the stage. I also realized that despite all my doubts about taiko and teaching, I have been able to make immense progress in a year.

Over one year into my Fellowship at Obirin, I am amazed at how differently I feel now compared to this time last year. In December 2013, I was frustrated with many things: I felt inadequate at Japanese and at work, lonely without friends, and constantly stressed by my living situation. I was quite ready to take off for vacation. This year, I feel much more satisfied and comfortable with my classes, social life, and apartment.

On December 7, I took Level 1 of the Japanese Language Proficiency Test for the second time. I attempted to take this test within my first semester at Obirin, but was wildly unprepared. At that time I had few situations that required me to listen and participate in a Japanese environment. I hardly used Japanese besides for shopping or going to restaurants. On the exam, I felt like I had guessed on every question of the test. This year I had a more positive attitude and began studying consistently and farther in advance. I was using and listening to Japanese a few times a week with Eisaa, taiko, and anime shows on my new laptop. I was going out with friends more. During this year’s exam I felt much more confident, and though I do not know if I have passed, my comprehension has improved immensely and I have at least a chance at passing. If I turn on the TV as background noise, I can understand almost everything without painfully concentrating. Reading no longer seems an intimidating struggle. In short, after over ten years of studying Japanese I feel as if though a towering, stone wall has finally been broken down.

Within the past year I have made many friends with students through Eisaa, Conversation Circle, as well as GLEE, which has changed from a club focused on theatre to a general English club with different fun activities every week. This semesters meetings have been quite successful, with a solid number of students coming each time. Some of our closest friends have come from GLEE, particularly the students who performed with us last year. Although we are not doing a play this year, we have met often for dinners, movies, and even a musical recording for a contest. They do not realize it, but I really overflow with joy every time they request to hang out with us.

Since moving into Erika Raberg’s old apartment all seasons have become more bearable. Fewer mosquitos and critters enter in the summer and the room is slightly warmer in the winter- though I still turn on two heaters and my new kotatsu (heated table). The neighboring dog’s barking, while still audible, is slightly farther away and no longer makes my ears throb every few hours. I now feel comfortable calling my room “home”.

After submitting my Fulbright application for a year in the Philippines, I have begun to think about teaching as a career. Just last week I volunteered to help another English teacher to give a demo lesson at a high school for a large group of about fifty-three students. I enjoyed interacting with these motivated students and was surprised again to realize that I am no longer as frightened of crowds as I used to be. I have really enjoyed teaching my own class and my funny students this year. I will be genuinely sad when the semester ends, but I hope that they will continue to be interested in English and foreign cultures through the games we have played and the creative writing assignments I have assigned. I know for a fact that they will continue to be friends, as they have created strong ties amongst themselves.

As always I am completely grateful to Shansi for this opportunity to live in Japan and as gain wonderful experiences as well as pursue my hobbies. I am happy to be working with the ELP at Obirin and with all of its fun teachers. I am thankful for the kind and generous Yukiko Ebara and Ikue Hatakeyama for always giving advice, taking care of us when we need help in our daily lives, or just hanging out with us. When my last semester at Obirin comes, it will be tremendously bittersweet.

Life in Japan and Summer Travels abroad- Sept. 30, 2014

In which I wrote about my life updates…

Quarterly Report

Summer Vacation

Since the start of my Fellowship I have tried to make the most out of my extended vacation times to travel to as many places as possible. This summer vacation I was lucky enough to travel to Okinawa, Taiwan, and Indonesia.


Gasshuku (training camp) with Obirin’s Eisaa group Oukaji Eisaa was just a bit different from what I expected. For some reason I had imagined one big beach party with lots of sightseeing and some practices sprinkled in between. It was actually a boot camp with days of intense practices with our sister group from Okinawa Kokusai Daigaku, Okinawa International University. For two evenings we went to see various performances at the enormous Okinawan All-Island Eisaa Festival. It was humbling to come from Tokyo and see so many amazing groups on their home turf. I felt insignificant compared to these awesome performers, who were sometimes as small as an elementary school boy.

I was amazed at how the senpai (senior members) of both Eisaa groups had organized every detail of this week-long trip, from major details like event scheduling and daily transportation to other important details like how our 45-person group could wash our stinking clothes and shower after evening practices. (Campus water shut off at 11pm.) While my body sometimes complained (I started developing muscles in interesting places characteristic to a real Eisaa performer), I developed a stronger foundation, became comfortable with our repertoire, and became better friends with the members of my group, including the dancers I had never gotten to talk to previously. I had an incredible time, all the while raining sweat in our greenhouse-like practice areas.

In my June narrative I wrote about the strange mix of feelings I had being all of a teacher, a foreigner, and a beginner. Being with this group for a full week, I felt like I had returned to my exchange student days. The only instance when I felt remotely authoritative was when I scolded students for staying up past two every night when we had early practices the next day, and some people’s alarms would ring too early, at six. (“Since you’re up so late now, definitely don’t wake Miss Cassie up tomorrow!”) There were a total of four Americans in the gasshuku, including three exchange students from Kansas, California, and Hawaii, and amazed by how gamanzuyoi the group was (they never seemed to complain), we used each other to whisper our little complaints: “Ahh my arms hurt!” “My legs hurt!” “What are we waiting around for?” “I was slipping in my own puddle of sweat.” After the summer the three girls returned back to the States, and for now I am the sole foreigner at practice. On one hand it is a bit lonely. On the other, I now know the Japanese members much better, so I am more comfortable than last semester.

After a few days recovering back in Japan, I went to Taiwan for about two weeks to travel, eat, and visit friends from Oberlin, my exchange student days at Kansai Gaidai, and elsewhere. Similarly to when I visited China in the spring, I had a fun time practicing speaking Mandarin. Unlike in China, I felt much more relaxed and at ease in Taiwan, which is clearly influenced by Chinese, Korean, and Japanese culture. People were also more likely than in China or even Japan to try to help me in English if I seemed to be struggling. A highlight of my trip was a spontaneous solo adventure to Tainan in the south, where I expected to be totally solitary for the three days and soon befriended a group of young people around my age from my hostel, including a girl from Hong Kong, three girls from Taiwan, a woman from Niigata, Japan, and a boy from Shibuya, Tokyo. With these people I walked all over Tainan, ate delicious things I might not have tried alone, and went to one of Taiwan’s largest night markets. I would definitely go back again some day if I could.


Going back to Indonesia and particularly Aceh after last year’s spectacular adventure was inevitable. Knowing what to expect, I was much more comfortable. It helped that we were constantly with a great group of people. Karl and Tino’s friends had become my own friends. It was exciting to meet Leila in her first few weeks in Aceh and first week of teaching.

Later Anabel and I went to Yogyakarta to visit Julie and meet Ruby. We were only there for a day and a half or so, but it was wonderful catching up with Julie, who is a truly inspiring person. Before leaving, we spent a long layover in Jakarta with Cory Rogers, who was kind enough to come out with us to dinner and lend his couch for a few hours. It was nice to see he was doing well and working in Indonesia even after Shansi. I didn’t like urban Jakarta as much as the other places; in contrast to tiny Aceh and nice-sized Yogya, it felt too huge and we were constantly overcharged by cab drivers. I’m sure if I had more time I would find parts of it to like.

Life Back in Japan

Classes at Obirin

Although a bit nervous about the first day of school, I was super relieved to be able to teach the same students as last year. It was not until after the first week that I read the evaluation comments they had written about me and my teaching style at the end of last semester, and was pleasantly surprised to see comments that were overflowing with positivity. Most said they looked forward to the fun classes. One student said they liked my “brightness” and enthusiasm. A few said they had worried about English but felt they improved in writing and reading. One said she learned to like English. One person even said she was “blessed” to have a fun teacher. I really felt that I had improved tremendously since my first semester, which I can most aptly summarize with the word “bumbling”. What is most important to me is that compared to my first semester, I feel I have created a stronger bond with most of my students.


In addition to Eisaa I am still continuing my taiko classes. I have been officially taking classes from my taiko dojo since last September. However, lately I have mixed feelings. It is a shame that I can only practice once a week and that there are so few occasions to perform. Because of our long spring break next year, I may halt classes and search for other venues to practice and perform.

Now that I am in my second year of Shansi, it seems time will fly quickly. I am already thinking about where to travel for my New Year and spring vacations. Before my fellowship ends, I want to travel all over Japan, as well as to Vietnam and perhaps India, the only site I have not been to. I am also thinking about next year. My strongest options now include finding more teaching work in Japan, a Fulbright in the Philippines, or returning to the States for graduate school or perhaps as the Returned Fellow. My interview with the Oberlin Fulbright committee is this Saturday. I’m nervous and excited to see how things will go in the next few months.

A Delayed Recount of my life-changing spring travels

March 31, 2014

It is currently the tail end of my two-month-long spring break, and I have just returned (April 1, after a 16-hour delay) from China.

Finishing the First Semester

The end of my first semester went as smoothly as I could have hoped. My reading students, while not so stellar on their chapter reading quizzes, studied hard for their final exams and did fairly well. My writing students wrote humorous essays on their ideal future lives. On the last days we took class pictures and said farewell, see you around!

My Transformative Two-Month Travels

I have just returned from an epic spring journey to the Kansai area of Japan, Indonesia, the Philippines, and China. The first leg of my trip was a visit to Osaka, where I planned to meet with as many friends from my time as a student as possible. After a very busy first five days, plans were foiled when I suddenly became very sick, the mild stress cold I’d caught in Tokyo combined with physical exertion with winter cold and finally some sort of stomach virus. I was feverish and bedridden for my last three nights in Japan, only recovering right before my trip to Indonesia. I’d lost weight from eating very little, but the worst was over. The next night I was zooming through Banda Aceh on the back of Karl Orozco’s motor scooter through crazy Indonesian traffic.

Indonesia (Banda Aceh, Yogyakarta) – two weeks

            Arriving in Indonesia was shocking for a handful of reasons. The contrast with pristine and orderly Japan was immediately astounding, starting with a confusing Medan airport experience in which I met sleeping attendants and somehow accidentally bypassed customs. After staring at a ceiling and being under the covers for the past few days, in Aceh I was suddenly surrounded by summer heat and radically new sights, sensations, sounds. I was greeted by a whole reunion of fellows: Karl, Anabel, Amelea, Xenna, Lissette (who flew in the same day), and Tino, whom I met for the first time. Charlotte would also stop by Aceh for a few nights. This trip to Aceh was a transformative time, as more than ever in my life I was constantly pushed out of my comfort zone. I was immediately greeted by unfamiliar Bahasa, street food, spicy dishes, squat toilets, bucket flushes and showers. Constantly surrounded by the contagious energy, enthusiasm, and vitality of my amazing and hilarious co-fellows, I slowly shed the self-suppressing instincts I’d cultivated in Japan and began to embrace and seek these new experiences that would previously have given me pause. The exhilarated apprehension on my first motorbike ride turned into exhilarated love for it. On Valentine’s Day we went to and participated in a coffee shop poetry reading, during which I quietly wrote and passionately performed a three-minute poem in front of countless Indonesian strangers, surprising and moving my friends. One day I cut my hair short for the first time in my life, and Karl and the others cheered for the “New Cassie”. The wonderful memories and friends we made made leaving Aceh difficult. The Indonesia trip ended with a few days in Yogyakarta with Julie, who was an excellent hostess. Highlights were visiting Borobudur and watching a UGM performance of Javanese dance, the Ramayana, right near Prambanan. I decided that two weeks in Indonesia was not enough, and decided to try and go back before my fellowship ends.


Shansi Fellows Unite!!

Shansi Fellows Unite!!

before the haircut...

before the haircut…



Philippines (Manila, Baguio, Iloilo, Manila) – 3 weeks

I spent three weeks in the Philippines with family, including my mother and two aunts who had flown in from New York and Ontario, Canada. It was a challenging adjustment from going out and exploring with friends all the time to relaxing in the house most of the time, but it was wonderful to see all my relatives again. After eating street food for two weeks I felt strange eating in nice restaurants again. Each night was a feast with at least ten relatives and as many different dishes. It’s not a trip back home to the Philippines unless you’ve gained ten pounds. This time around I was more active in studying Ilonggo, the dialect my family speaks in Iloilo. I spent my last day with an aunt in an upper-class shopping area, and then at night with a cousin I walked through and got scammed by a horse cab driver in dirt-poor, garbage-filled Old Manila. It was astounding to experience those two drastically different sides of Manila in a day. I’ve begun to consider spending at least a consecutive year of my life in the Philippines sometime after Shansi.

with a TON of Lola Naty's pancit palabok.

with a TON of Lola Naty’s pancit palabok.

with some lovely Filipino art at the BenCab museum in Baguio.
with some lovely Filipino art at the BenCab museum in Baguio.

World Heritage Site, Miag-ao, Iloilo.

World Heritage Site, Miag-ao, Iloilo.



last day with my Mom <3

last day with my Mom ❤

China (Beijing, Taigu, Xian, Beijing) – 2 weeks

My first visit to China was another jarring and incredible experience. I stayed with Alessandra in Beijing, then visited the Taigu Fellows, took a solo trip to see the terracotta soldiers in Xian, and ended the trip back in Beijing. My first two days were spent apprehensively adjusting to people’s normal interactions (directness and a lot of yelling that contrast with Japanese indirectness, politeness, and quiet) and getting tricked once again by a tricycle driver who okay’ed one price before the ride and asked for double at the end. I soon became accustomed to the street spitting and babies pooping and peeing in the streets. It took a bit, but I also learned to be more direct in ignoring or turning down people hoping to sell me things, and also got used to pushing forward rather than waiting for non-existent lines to form. While I loved spending time with Fellows in busy Beijing and laidback Taigu, where I sat in on four of the five Fellows’ classes, I appreciated my solo time in which I could quietly observe society as it moved and worked around me. I also enjoyed practicing the Mandarin I’d learned at Oberlin, though it took time to get comfortable.

Lama Temple - Tibetan Buddhist Temple in Beijing.

Lama Temple – Tibetan Buddhist Temple in Beijing.

Oh hi, Mao. I see you.

Oh hi, Mao. I see you.

Visiting the friends in Taigu!

Visiting the friends in Taigu!

Drum Tower in Xian.

Drum Tower in Xian.

Springtime at the Great Wall.

Springtime at the Great Wall.

A Delayed Homecoming

I had the worst and best possible ending to my travels when my Pakistan International Airlines flight from Beijing to Tokyo was delayed by 16 hours due to equipment malfunction. I spent over 24 hours with people of all ages from China, Pakistan, Japan, London, and South Africa. Many of the Pakistani travelers were eye doctors and surgeons on their way to a conference in Tokyo. Together we waited without updates for four hours in the airport, were bussed to a hotel for supposedly the rest of the night and paired with strangers in rooms, were suddenly with ten minutes of warning returned to the airport for a 3AM flight, and were pushed through security again, this time with new friends. While I may have been stressed out about this roadblock in the past, I had a wonderful time and treated it as a surprise end to my adventures. I saw good people find humor in an undesirable situation, and witnessed and experienced friendships formed among strangers. I have only been with Shansi for a little over one semester now, but I feel I have grown and changed so much in that time. I am so grateful for these opportunities to travel, and feel confident and excited about going into the world and building even more new connections.


Don't see that every time you fly.

Don’t see that every time you fly.

Everyone waiting around and asking for updates.

Everyone waiting around and asking for updates.

Should've eaten this on the plane, ate it in Beijing instead.

Should’ve eaten this on the plane, ate it in Beijing instead.

Free dinner and conversation with new friends.

Free dinner and conversation with new friends.

See ya later.

See ya later.

Two new friends who watched over me as we went through this ordeal. Both are Chinese men living in Japan.

Two new friends who watched over me as we went through this ordeal. Both are Chinese men living in Japan.

The lot of us waiting, again, for our flight back to Tokyo.

The lot of us waiting, again, for our flight back to Tokyo.