Beginning of adult life

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I had about three weeks to prepare for the move. I found an apartment catering for female students in Kichijoji, an affluent and vibrant area in the North West of […]

Patriarchal narratives

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Before 2016, how easy had it been to point out the sexist/racist remarks without making the commenter defensive or downright offensive? “It’s just locker-room talk.”“He doesn’t mean it.”“Not too bad.” […]

Awakening – 2016

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The autumn I started untangling myself from D was when the country was at the crossroad to choose the new commander in chief between two candidates. Even to an observer […]

Outcome

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I didn’t go back to see the exam result for the Business Dept. the next day. I didn’t even review answers, so there was no way I passed. A few […]

Exam result

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The exam results were to be sent by mail, but it was customary to put up the bulletin board on campus to announce accepted students. There’d be a group of […]

Entrance exams

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As the new year was approaching, the third-year students started to apply for universities. One exam cost about 30,000 yen ($300), but many students applied to 3 to 10 schools. […]

Free women in the library

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What got me through the confinement of high school was the hope of leaving the first 18 years of my life behind. I studied hard. I was exhausted and would […]

Impressing the impressive

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I lost touch with Izumi after high school, and then she emailed me seven years later when Miki invited both of us to her wedding. We talked on the phone […]

Izumi’s path

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By the third year in high school, my energy was at the record low. I started to be absent from school frequently, and when I went to school, I took […]

Toxic parents

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My relationship with my parents was toxic. My father only spoke to me when he was drunk. He would enjoy provoking me with hurtful words, and when he was doing […]