(the diary of July ９th）
Today,I went to the alma mater “cyuo university " by car.
The reason of going there was just to meet my teacher.
When I was a university student , I was the oriental history major.
Some people often say to me You are unique , when they hear that I studied about this classification of history in my school days.
That's right. The students of my class were somewhat unique.
But I love them all. I love to talk with them.
Because we have the same interests , the contents of talk are always getting deeper and deeper.
In the same generation , it is hard to find the person who wants to study about India , Nepal , China , Cambodia and so on. Especially woman in the same generation .
Though it is natural, I could find that kind of person in my class.
In my school days, I was really crazy about Southeast Asia and India.
So, the most interesting lesson for me was what covered the history and status quo of them.
The teacher of that lesson was Mr.Sekine.
Needless to say, I really respect and appreciate him.
I took his zeminar. His teaching was really interesting for me.
And the students who took his zeminar were all good friends.
We climbed mountain with our teacher. It is really good memory.
Today I met our teacher and one of my friend who took his seminar .
To report that I passed in the exam of JOCV and my friend decided about changing of job ．
After reporting them, he gave me one document which had been copied out of a book .
The contents of that were about Tonga !
To my more surprise , this book had been written by him
I was really surprized because his field is India and Southeast Asia.
I had never thought that he would have written the book about Tonga!
I was really happy and respected him all the more.
We talked and talked . During talking with my teacher , I feel as if I were a university student.
On especially the day of such rain, I feel as if the rain witches to me and it makes me the university student again temporarily.....
