Yesterday, our field trip was to a cooking class. The name of the cooking school was Child’s Kitchen and it definitely was true to the name. Everything was extremely low to the ground. So halfway through cooking, my back started aching badly. I still had a lot of fun though. I enjoyed learned how to cook in Japanese. There was a Japanese elementary school class learning at the same time. They were the most well-behaved gradeschoolers I’ve ever seen.
In America if you’re going somewhere and you see a bunch of gradeschoolers, your whole trip is ruined. I would actually go as far as to say I don’t mind them being there. I only wish that my classmates didn’t only speak in Japanese when it was required. I’m like the only one who wants to speak in only Japanese. Other than barely speaking any Japanese the whole trip, I had a lot of fun. And, of course, the food we made was delicious.