The first blog I have ever read is “I am a Japanese School Teacher”. This is a blog by an American named Az, an African-American man from California, who moved from the United States to Japan after college as part of a teacher abroad program. The (sometimes) weekly posts chronicle his life in Japan, how he finds adjusting, or how small Asian people react to seeing an extremely large black man walk down the street (a good deal of blog entries deal with Japanese reaction to his physical appearance). When first reading the blog I was entranced by the humor of the situations he has been put in from working at three distinctly different elementary schools. He writes how many children have never met an American much less a Black American and often say racist slurs to him without realizing the true intent of the words. The way in which the kids do this is so absurd it just comes off as funny; it’s the kind of scenario where you just brush the child off as being just that, a child. This is all fine until adults start acting and saying the same things as the twelve year olds do. The blog chronicles an outsider’s view of Japan, but in Japan there is only Japan. People do not concern themselves with other cultures or anything non-Japanese. There is a saying that is motioned in “I am a Japanese School Teacher” that goes Japan is the only country with four distinct seasons. In Japan there is extreme pride in one’s country but with that pride comes a blind eye to the outside world. Az often talks about Japan being a nation against change, but is in fact changing. That’s the point of his whole being in Japan; to bring the outside world to Japan since Japan is not going to go there on its own.