Don't Breathe Kerosene

The students at my school were testing today, and they will be for the next two days. When the kids are testing, I have no classes to teach. On days like this, I basically just sit at my desk and study Japanese, plan lessons, and lurk Twitter on my keitai. I have very few reasons to venture out of the English office.

I spent my whole workday in a room with multiple rickety old kerosene heaters and no ventilation. Let me tell you: no matter what Japanese people say, those things just can't be safe. Just before leaving work, I was feeling like crap; my head was pounding, I was light-headed, and I felt like blowing chunks.

Now that I'm on the train, I'm feeling better. I'm going to have to just keep my coat on tomorrow and walk laps around the school every hour for fresh air.