Losing contact

Last night I was lying in bed and remembering my classmates at Nanzan. Some of them are still in Japan, finishing their second semester; others have returned to their homes in various places around the world. I am barely in contact with any of them. I miss Jeremy's hilarious stories of terribly bad luck. I miss capturing pictures of Engrish and shopping with Nicole. I miss walking up the steep hills to school with Manuel while talking about how Japan doesn't make any sense. I miss Roberto's witty comments during class and his funky outfits. It's kind of sad to think that I will probably never see them again. I wonder how the ones who are still in Japan are doing.

I don't miss the one classmate I secretly nicknamed "Dwight." He drove me crazy.

I remember eating lunch in the room for the exchange students. We had our own system of code-switching between languages.
Megan: Would you like some milk?
Forrest: No thanks. Gyuu-nyuu is warui for my onaka.
Megan: That's taihen!
I decided that if all of us Nanzan exchange students started a colony on a deserted island, our children would speak some crazy language that linguists would one day discover to be a hybrid of Japanese and English.

You know what else? I haven't heard from my host family since I left. I wrote them a letter and sent them some pictures, but otherwise I guess I haven't made much effort to contact them either. I really would like to hear from them though.