got a lot off my chest

You never know how much Japanese you can speak until your emotions take hold. I made an appointment with Ozawa-san, the flamboyantly gay director of student services, last week to talk today about my abominably boring host family, and I just had a long talk with him. He sat and nodded while I rambled in broken sentences about all the things that bothered me about my host family. Apparently Okaasan is notorious around the office for being annoying and too strict with her host students. Ozawa-san said that they could switch me after school break, which is in a week. I'm pretty happy about this. He also encouraged me to start a fight with them, I suppose in order to fan the flames and justify the switch, but I don't know about that. I told him that I don't feel comfortable arguing in a language I'm not fluent in. He looked skeptical. I then said, "Actually, Okaasan is really scary." And then he nodded understandingly. All I want is some fruitful conversation and an occasional outing with the fams. Not too much to ask. And if my family is too busy to spend time with some American guy, fine, but don't participate in an exchange program then. Regardless, I feel good having gotten that off my chest and onto the chest of Ozawa-san, who must now discuss this matter with the office. My fingers, toes, and eyes are all crossed. Okaasan, in her apron holding a dripping sponge, will probably tell me to uncross my eyes when I get home.