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Tsukie Akizawa Column

Green and Gold

from  Cairns / Australia

Tsukie Akizawa

I have lived in Australia with my Japanese husband since 2002.

After a half-year homestay experience at a Bed and Breakfast in New South Wales just myself, I joined a winery in Queensland where my husband got a job. After working as a room attendant at the hotel in Cairns, I now help a friend's gift shop.

My hobbies are baking and handicrafts such as crochet and origami. I am also a mother with children in primary school and high school, and is the number one fan of the pictures they draw.



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Green and Gold

The Day rolling Sushi at primary school


The School FETE


In 2011, a year after we moved to Cairns, my son started his primary school life. The first year at school is preparation grade. In Queensland, it is called ‘Prep’, and is mainly for four to five year olds.


My husband and I were born and raised in Japan, so we were not familiar with primary schools in Australia. A little while after my son started school, we were informed that they needed to help with School FETE.


Apparently, the FETE is a big school-wide festival. It is usually held on a Saturday afternoon in early to mid-August each year at the primary school where the children attend.


It is run by P&C (Parents and Citizens'), an organisation similar to the PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) in Japan.


There will be a stage set up and emcee, food stalls, cakes, sweets, jams, plants, toys, lucky dip and second hand items for sale, attractions such as ducky pond and a haunted house, auctions and a raffle ticket draw. All of these events are organised by volunteers. There will also be a mobile amusement park operator.


It was our first year and they were looking for someone to be in charge of a stand serving alcohol called ‘Over 18's BAR’. It's a primary school event, but to our surprise they have a space for parents and staff to have a drink.

They were actually proud of the fact that they were a community that had "never had a problem with serving alcohol", I heard them say here and there.

"There was a heated debate a few years ago about whether to do it or not.”

I think it was because Australia is so strict about alcohol sales that the school comunity were proud of it.


In Australia, staff who serve alcohol are required to have a Responsible Service of Alcohol (RSA) licence, which my husband has always held because of his job as a bottle shop crew. He (and I) also worked in a winery where he often did on-site tastings, so he has a good idea of what is required for such a booth. It smelled like "our territory".


When we saw that they are keep looking for the convenor of the alcohol booth, we decided to say “We do”.


With a "thank you", the P&C chairman smiles and explains about this booth. 

We are told that there was simply no one in charge here, but that it was an easy booth with everything already arranged. In fact, our biggest task was simply to find the sales staff for the day. Normally, each booth has a class in charge and volunteers are recruited mainly from the parents of the class. However, the alcohol booth, by its very nature, was not assigned to a class and it was difficult to recruit people. After all, we have only just moved to the city and we are still parents of prep kid.


It would have been fine if we had stayed at the booth for the entirety of the FETE, but we knew it was an event that we had to work together to create, so we made a small effort to reach out to people, including a father who had just met us. On the day of the event, we were assisted by an experienced man who gave us a lot of support as newcomers.


We were prepared for the possibility that we might get some complaints about the alcohol we were selling at the primary school. But when I opened the door, I was surprised to find that people were drinking smartly. Also our small children did their best to keep us company.


Even so, it was not a booth that existed every year, perhaps because some people found the combination of "primary school" and "alcohol" difficult.

After all, this was the only time we were in charge of this booth.


The "Japanese" parents had a much bigger mission in mind.


Japanese Sushi Stall


The first year, my husband and I were in charge of the alcohol booth, but because we were Japanese, we were also asked to help out at the Sushi stall.

The Sushi stall was set up by a group of Japanese parents in the past to sell the popular sushi rolls. It consists of teriyaki chicken & avocado, tuna mayo & cucumber and a vegetarian version.

Perhaps Sushi means Japanese, there was no class in charge of the sushi stall, and they were just talking to the Japanese parents to get people to help.


As you may have noticed, Cairns has a large number of Japanese descent people living in the city, and therefore a large number of their children are attending schools. The numbers vary in each school, but at my children's primary school, 10% of the students in my son's year were of Japanese descent, and a similar number in my daughter's year. (In some grades, there are only a few, of course.)

This booth is only possible at certain schools. Because of the amount of work that goes into preparing and selling the sushi rolls made by the parents, and because not all of the parents who are invited to participate in the event are able to do so. At our children's school, it was also possible to involve the Japanese teachers, as Japanese is the second language


Anyway, "If you're Japanese, join the Sushi Stall at the FETE!" and I have been rolling the sushi every FETE Saturday morning since my son was in Prep.

In 2017, when my son was in YEAR 6 - the last grade, I accepted to become the Sushi stall convenor.


Cake or Sushi


Until then, I had always rolled sushi every year, but I was more than happy to make whole cakes and cupcakes to sell at the other booths.


Think about it.

I could bake and decorate as many cupcakes as I wanted all day long. You can take a photo of all the cakes and smile. Then we can take them to the stall, where they will be appreciated and the customers will be able to choose the best one for them.

What could be more fun than that?


At the Cake Stall, children create art on cake boxes to hold whole cakes and other items. This is a competition for each level of the school year to see who can design the best cake box, and in order to take part, they must have a homemade cake inside. One year I filled four boxes, there were my son’s and daughter's plus extra two boxes.

One year I put a whole cake in the box, and other year I put Castella (eggy sweet cake) and Dorayaki(Red sweet bean paste sanded with pair of sweet pancakes) in the box. I was thrilled when I made an assortment of cookies and cakes, inspired by a Japanese cake shop.


However, from 2017, I have decided to take on the responsibility of the Sushi stall, baking the minimum number of cakes required.

All the parents of the past years are leaving the school when their children graduate. If someone does not take over, the stall will not remain. And the school's FETE will always have Sushi!

Since then, with the exception of last year, when the FETE itself was not held, I have been in charge, sometimes as the main and sometimes as a sub.


The Convenor


The view from the person in charge (the convenor) was completely different from the one I had when I only attended the sushi roll on Saturday mornings.


Gathering new people, especially the parents of newly enrolled children.

Getting permission to use each facility that we would be using. For the prep work the day before, we borrowed a facility called the Tuck Shop, which sells lunches and snacks at the school, and for the sushi rolls on the day, we borrowed a facility called Outside School care (OSHC).

We then apply for the tables and other equipment needed for the day, and order the food.

We attend a meeting with the people in charge, and ask the parents to lend us their rice cooker to cook the rice.


There was a lot of work to be done.


Thankfully, since 2017, when I took charge, Sushi stall has had a class. It was great to be able to ask the class to recruit sales staff. We also started to ask for donations of food.


"There are usually a few parents in the class who are very supportive and say, "I can't make sushi, but what can I do?

Not only from the class, but also from Japanese parents who say "Thank you for being a convenor this year".

I feel really rewarded when I receive this kind of feedback, and my tear glands, which have started to loosen with age, seem to get looser and looser.


To say truth, I would not have taken on the role of Convenor this year if no one stands up to this roll from the younger year group. The stall wouldn't have lasted if someone hadn't been motivated to take it on, but I didn't feel that it was something I should force myself to do.

But in fact, someone came forward to run for the position, and the class teacher and Japanese teacher were very supportive.

I was completely motivated by this situation and became co-convenor with a new parent and we are working together.


This year, FETE will be held on 14 August, from 3pm to 8pm, and as I write this, we are in the thick of preparations.


All the proceeds from the FETE will be used to improve and enhance the school environment for the children, including school equipment and play equipment.

Even the person in charge of a stall finds it hard, but the person in charge of the management of this event has a lot of work to do. It's all about our children, but if we can all share a good time together, we will be able to do it again next year.

I would like to thank you for making it possible to hold the even in these times.



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Green and Gold

Corkscrew and Australian Days


2002 Work at the winery


I came to Australia in February 2002.

After my culture exchange stay with a host family for six months, I joined my husband at the winery where he worked.


My husband loved alcohol and worked at a bottle shop in Japan, where he was in charge of giving mini-quizzes to the casual workers to increase their knowledge as much as possible. I had just joined him at the winery, and although I had heard some stories about it, I had very little knowledge about alcohol and was not very strong.

Because of this, the knowledge I gained at the winery was everything new, and the fact that I was experiencing it in Australia and not in Japan was exciting in itself. From the cellar door (the wine sales area), we could see the stainless steel tanks and barrels in the winery (production area). I was proud to say customers could taste the wine with that environment was the way it should be.

I learned about the basic methods of making wine, the difference between brewed and distilled, and understood that growing grapes and making wine are not always completed in the same winery. I also had the opportunity to experience the Australian wine movement at wine fairs held at Brisbane's Agricultural Festival, Ekka, and other events.

At festivals and other events, we go out for on-site tasting and sales, and at the winery, we hosted various parties surrounded by wine barrels. And a life of drinking wine on a daily basis, from commercial products to those in the process of production, and learning to taste it.

It was during this time that I was able to help out with various behind-the-scenes tasks as a scullery maid at the winery, while at the same time getting a glimpse of Australian culture.


One day, I realized that our lives consisted of nothing more than a round trip between home, work and the supermarket. But I was not dissatisfied.

Going to work gave me a variety of experiences (out of necessity), and the small local Japanese community was very comfortable. The owner of the winery and his wife were immigrants from Canada, so we felt like mate who only had family back home, and we got together to celebrate every event. They were like my guardians and very reassuring to me.


2010 Move to Cairns


While working at the winery, I had given birth to two children.

And soon after having our second child, my husband had decided to resign from the winery.

At the time, the winery was going through a difficult time due to the overproduction of wine throughout Australia.

I was so busy raising my children that I would go to work for a few hours once a month just to sort out paperwork, and the winemaking staff was slowly being cut back.

My husband had always said that he wanted to own his own winery eventually, but now that he had a child of his own, he wanted to focus on his family.

He decided to move to Cairns, where it was easier to go to Japan.

Perhaps it was because he was unemployed when he moved here, but Cairns was a completely foreign land to us.


What shocked me the most was that when I saw people of Japanese descent in supermarkets, they would all look away. The town of Ipswich, where I had lived until then, was about the same size as Cairns in terms of population, but I could only small number of Japanese families and most of them were acquaintances. It was the kind of area where if you find a Japanese person you didn't see before in the supermarket, you would say hello to them anyway.

There were so many Japanese tourists and young working holidaymakers in Cairns. It makes difficult to distinguish who is a tourist and who is a local. There are about 3,000 people of Japanese descent living in the city. It is not at all unusual to see Japanese people, and they doesn’t need to have more Japanese Friends.

Nevertheless, I was able to fit in this place thanks to my son, who was almost four years old at the time, and my five-month-old daughter.

When I went to the health centre to get my kids vaccinate, I heard about the Japanese playgroup near my place, and little by little I met more mothers who knew each other.

My husband gave up to find the brewing job and got a position at a bottle shop again. He made a good relationship with his working mate like having a Christmas party.


2021 Present


I worked at the hotel as housekeeping - a job that required me to move more than think - for six and a half years. After that, I am now spending my time in a more sedentary way.

My children are now 15 and 11 years old respectively.

Hardly a handful.

Early last year, just before the recent pandemic, I visited Ipswich for the first time in ten years.

It was a gruelling four days and three nights, but each night we were able to stay a different friend's home and rejoice in the reunion.

We also visited the hospital where the children were born, the daycare centre where my son went, the house where we used to live, and the winery where we worked.

The winery was shut the door in 2011 and is now inhabited by the former owner couple.

A former colleague has also set up his own distillery in part of the winery, producing small quantities of high quality gin and brandy.

The view from the winery was idyllic, with cows grazing in the pastures, but ten years later I was brought back to reality by the increasing number of buildings, including veterinary clinics and houses.

The neighbourhood general store had changed from being owned by a Chinese legend to an Indian, and the place where I used to buy my favourite Australian beef pies had been replaced by a chain petrol station with a big face.

In ten years, of course, many things have changed.

My experiences at the winery were a stepping stone to my life in Australia. The Bed & Breakfast where I spent the first six months of my Australian life has been sold and host family couple is now retired. I won't be visiting that place again.

It's been a long time since I've had a corkscrew to hand and I've taken it out into the sunshine.

Back in 2002, when most Australian wines were still corked, I did my best to learn how to open them with a corkscrew. Gradually, I stopped cutting my fingers.

In time, however, screw caps became the norm, easily opened with a twist, and the corkscrew was no longer needed (and the cork-smelling wine disappeared).

The corkscrew is a symbol of our early life in Australia.

We rarely use it anymore, but we will never throw it away.

I've been reminded that what I thought happened only a short time ago is now completely in the past, but I'm going to spend the rest of my days with the knowledge that “I've been accepted and have made the effort”.

I hope I am not looking at a flash back that was said you see it when you going to die.



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Green and Gold

Do it yourself


Cultural Exchange through Home Cooking


I landed in Australia in 2002.

I lived with a host family apart from my husband for the first six months. The purpose of my stay was to have a cultural exchange through home-cooked food, so I inevitably had many opportunities to serve Japanese food at my host family's home.


The host family lived in a house in the mountains, so the availability of Japanese cooking ingredients was limited, and the Asian grocery store was over an hour's drive away. 

Nevertheless, my host family already had seasonings such as miso, mirin(sweet sake), and soy sauce, and I was able to make Japanese food from the beginning of my stay.


However, even for Japanese food, vegetables such as white spring onions, lotus roots, burdocks, and bamboo shoots are not easy to find. Daikon (Japanese white radish) is another vegetable that is not easy to find, but luckily it was available in the neighbourhood where we stayed.


My host family was the type of people who were willing to try new foods. 

But they had never had daikon before,  I thought it was worth cooking to them!


At first, I made grated daikon and used it as a Japanese style sauce for Hamburg steak (Minced patty).

The family always cooks only chunks of meat, so they had difficulty with the minced meat dish, but I convinced them to mince the chunks. 

I remember that they enjoyed the grated daikon because of its refreshing aftertaste.


Next, I wanted them to taste the flavour of the daikon itself, so I cooked it with dried shiitake mushrooms in the style of furo-buki-daikon.

As I was boiling the daikon in rice water for preparation, my host mother came to the kitchen, her nose twitching in surprise at the unique smell. 

However, when she tried a bite at dinner, she said, “Oh, it's delicious!”

She seemed to like the simple, unconventional taste along with the soup stock that seeped out from the daikon.

It was the moment when the memory of the unpleasant smell was erased.


Another thing I often made was sushi rolls.

Sushi rolls are considered to be a healthy food by the people here, and the supermarkets had rice and seaweed for sushi in the international food section. 

I made sushi with teriyaki chicken, tuna mayonnaise, and smoked salmon, which are still a staple in our house almost 20 years later because they are easy to find and taste great.


The sushi rolls became just the right cultural exchange activity, and we invited our neighbours and family for a sushi party. 

Even Japanese people living in Australia are not always good at making sushi rolls with maki-su(rolling mat).


Everyone was trying to roll sushi first time,

“Can I do it?”

“How do you roll it?”

We had a great time eating the sushi that was rolled up a little awkwardly.


When the host family's grandchildren came to visit, I made takikomi-gohan(seasoned rice) with shiitake mushrooms, chicken, carrots, and turnips. 

The grandchild was the age just finished his solid, but he seemed to enjoy the soy sauce flavoured rice and asked for seconds.


Nikujyaga(Meat and potatoes), Gyudon(beef bowl), Teriyaki chicken, simmered pumpkin, boiled spinach, vinegared cucumber, miso soup, fried rice…During my stay, I made these dishes that are commonly made in Japanese homes. 

It was interesting to see how even ordinary Japanese dishes can become a cultural exchange when presented in Australia.


On the other hand, a dinner of roast meat and vegetables from the oven, which is common in Australia, seemed fresh to me.


Making things by myself


From the beginning of my stay in Australia, I was in an environment where I was actively involved in cooking, so even after I rejoined my husband, It was less pressure to make things by myself.


In fact, being forced to cook by ourself may be a "typical Japanese thing to do when moving abroad.


In big cities and areas where many Japanese people live, such as Cairns, there are Japanese restaurants. Also Asian food stores and Japanese food stores.

However, the prices are not cheap.

And the taste may not the same you think.


If you miss the taste of home, it is quicker to make it yourself.


Thankfully, if you are working here, you can usually go home on time regardless of your gender. 

This means that you have time to cook every day.


My husband started cooking dinner regularly when I had a baby.


Now that my older son is 15, my husband can make white sauce with butter and flour. 

In the past, he have tried to make Ramen noodles and soup stock. He have also made natto(fermented soy beans). 

Couple days ago, he used a rolling pin to pound cooked sticky mochi rice into rice cakes.

I often make bread, cakes, Japanese sweet and more.


Of course, I sometimes buy ready-made food or sweets from cake shops. 

Love it! The fact that I know the process of cook makes them even more delicious, and I am grateful for that.


Sometimes I think about it.

If I had been living in Japan, would I have thought to cook so much by myself?


When I was a university student, a friend of mine was dextrously cooking a deep fried meal in a small kitchen with a single burner stove. 

Although I thought it was wonderful, I did not make deep fried food at home. 

I tend to eat them at restaurants and they are easily available at supermarkets.


Next time, the same friend was kneading the bread dough on the table. 

Again, I was amazed and thought to myself, “Bread takes so much time and is so easy to buy at the local store.”


Even after I got married, I often met my husband at AkaNoren(casual restaurant)

 after work or had dinner at a Chinese restaurant.


But after I left Japan and started to miss it, I finally got the idea that I wanted to try and make things by myself. 

In addition to food, I have tried my hand at making acrylic scrubbers, soap, and face lotion.


During my homestay, my Australian host mother was sewing her own two-piece suit. 

My host father, who was originally in the timber business, had a woodworking shop at home where he made chests of drawers and other furniture. 

I was told that they made the house they lived in and most of the furniture in the house themselves.


Perhaps my way of thinking naturally changed when I was surrounded by people who worked with their hands as a matter of course.


I grew up in a rural area on the border of a prefecture.

The meals prepared at home were mainly vegetables from the family garden. 

Dried plums and pickles are also homemade. 

We were using the vault toilets at home.


When I was an impressionable middle and high school student, the economic boom (Bubble we call) came. 

We were surrounded by a lot of advertisements encouraging various kinds of consumption. 


It seems that we had unwittingly developed the image that "everything is handmade = country = old-fashioned = somewhat embarrassing”.


Now that I can actively think about "making various things by myself," I feel that being able to create what I want by myself is a very rich thing. 

It is an important asset that no one can steal.


And it is also something that I can control.


I sincerely believe that for me, going abroad was not only a way to get away from my comfortable environment, but also a chance to act on my own axis.



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Green and Gold

I like the morning




I like the morning.


I was the person who is oversleeping until I was 30 years old, so people who know me in the past may be surprised, but I like the morning.

About an hour before the alarm clock beep at 5:45, both hungry domestic cats come to my bed. They are walking on the bed, licking my fingers and lying by my side until me to wake up.

I finally wake up, feed the cats first in the morning, clean the cat's litter box and go out to the yard, and if I'm lucky I can see just beautiful sunrise. Also you can hear the birds singing near and far.

I'm glad I was up at this moment.

At the beginning of marriage, husbands often went to work early in the morning.

We were still in Japan.

I bet the good wife get up earlier than husband and prepare his breakfast.

However, I couldn’t wake up like that but my own pace, and I was very grateful that my husband was the type of person who did not care about it.

Thanks to him, I was not obsessed with the sense of duty and urgency that I had to get up early and take care of my husband.

I came to Australia and stayed away from my husband. During my 6-month homestay, I was living with my daily routine with host family.

Wake up at 7am and prepare our breakfast with them.

Morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea.

We cook supper/dinner after 5 pm.

I spend my time in the living room until about 10pm, then go to my room.

Repeating this routine.

I'm not good at English, but I realise that it's more comfortable to get up at the same time every day and live in the same routine.

There was no suffocation for the fixed framework of life,

I was able to think

"What should I do in my spare time today? “

(Cross-stitching handicrafts, reading cookbooks, borrow their kitchen to cook by myself, helping them and occasionally opening an English dictionary, etc.  It was like earthly away life without the work for bread and butter for me)

When I joined my husband and had a first child, I became more responsible and could wake up in the morning.


In Japan, we had ‘Radio exercises’ activity everyday in the early morning (6:30) during summer vacation for elementary school students.

Until the 5th grade, I rarely joined it. But when I was in the 6th grade and was assigned to my area for that activity, I woke up every morning and was able to do demonstrate in front of everyone.

I was remembering it.


As usual, my husband was still independent man and didn’t need my support in the morning, so after my breakfast, I had a gaping time.

I push the stroller with my baby every day and go out for a walk. I could make my daily routine, I could know it gives me a mental margin in my child-rearing life.



After my younger child turned three, I started housekeeping job at the hotel. We had to leave home at 6:45 in the morning at first, to let my two children dropping off to kindergarten and the before school care. 

At this time, It was with a sense of duty to get up early. It was for keeping up with my schedule but any joy. 

I feel it was miracle that children aged 3-4 and 7-8 at the time got up at 6 o'clock and left home 6:45 every my working days.  I appreciate to my kids they could follow my schedule.

When I was driving with my children in the car same timing, I could see the change in the time of sunrise.

When the hot and humid summer went and changing to the cool down season, the sun from the east is dazzling to me. 

I was working at the hotel for 6 and a half years, so every year I took down the sun visor, 

"The pleasant season is finally here."

I was thinking and squinting at the glare.

The alarm of my mobile beep at 5:45 now.

I have enough time to do extra stuff after waking up.

I can take care of the cat and then capture the beautiful morning sky of the sunrise on the camera.

If it’s my day off, I can even go see the beach.

It's hard to overdo something at night, like when I was in twenties. 

Morning time is aspiration time.


That's why I like the morning.



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Green and Gold

High School Drama


Improvisation night


Last night, I went to the high school where my son attended.

Australian high schools are basically middle and high school combined.

It is suitable for people aged 11 and 12 to 17 and 18.

My son, born in May, would be a third-year junior high school in Japan this year, but he is first-year high school (year 10) student here.

Japanese school starts in April, whereas Australian school starts at the end of January, meaning people of the same age have a 2 grade difference. I know about it but is still always surprising. When my son entered primary school as a preparatory grade (PREP, we call), he was only four years old.

My son wanted to go to see his friends drama performance.

My 11-year-old daughter also wanted to see, too. So I also joined them.

It was an improvisational play at the high school’s auditorium.

Among the students who are learning drama at school, older children were divided into teams to challenge in a drama game of the theme selected on the spot and compete for points.

The younger students were showing off the original skits they had practiced in advance between the drama games.


There were games such as:

-A story with the same content, played in different emotions such as “over joyed", "negatively", and "romantic".

-The number of people who participate in the performance is increased one by one, and when all the members perform, the number is reduced one by one.

-While acting, seeing the supporter's pantomime, inferring keywords and using them in dialogue,

The content was as good as an adult.


At primary and junior high schools, I have also participated in plays at school festivals and club activities.

Many people may have participated in plays at Japanese schools, too.

However, for me, who has never learned Drama professionally, I'm just overwhelmed by the students' mastery.

It was such an event last night, but for them it can be said that it is a public lesson with an audience. Because their "production" is the musical that will be held at the city theatre later this year.

When I went to see "Sing in the rain" two years ago, the audience was overwhelmed by the dignified performance. It's a musical, they're good at singing. Even romantic acting.

The performance of the dance team was great, and it actually “Raining” on stage, which was a hot topic in the local newspaper.

Many times I wondered many times that everyone was really  high school students walking around school every afternoon.

I was also amazed at the clarity of their answers when they appeared on a local radio show for publicity.

How reliable they were!

By the way, I remember watching a Disney movie called "High School Musical". In the English-speaking world, high school students who perform well may be common.


Programs of Excellence in 2022

My daughter who wanted to watch the drama is currently in the sixth grade of primary school.

She is 11 years old now, born in November, the same as in the 6th grade from April in Japan, too.

Sixth graders are in the middle of the high school exam season right now.

However, you can usually go to a public school in the school catchment area without taking an examination.

Students who want to participate in this drama-like activities at school what we saw last night are required to take an extracurricular activity called the Excellence Program.

This exam is also a common route for those who want to cross-border admission to a school outside the school catchment area. At least in Cairns.


High school excellence programs in the school district include STEM (academic), music (chorus / instrument), sports (soccer, hockey, basketball), art, drama, and dance, and more, although there are some differences in subjects depending on the each school. 

You can take as many exams as you like.

My daughter who wanted to watch the drama activity last night, participates in the examination of this drama course.

When I talked about taking the drama exam during the interview with her class teacher, he said, "I can't imagine it because she's quiet in the class," but it seems that the drama played by everyone is less embarrassing than speaking in front of the class by herself.

Listen to it, I remembered how a wonderful professional actor got very nervous once he was asked to comment.

It's nothing more than a parent idiot to line up a daughter who is still in the future and an actor who already has the ability on the same line.


"Learn acting"


In Japan, you might think of a child actor, but drama is one of Cairns' popular activities.

Is it because self-expression, memory, courage, creativity, application, etc. are trained?

It may be useful no matter what profession you get in the future. I'm sure it is.

When taking the exam for my daughter's drama, the challenge is to memorise and preform a paragraph of text.

I have already given the assignment form to my daughter, so I want her to proceed at her own pace.

Last night’s event, the view was interesting, but the performing wasn't easy. But even after watching the improvisation, my daughter wasn't demotivated to take the exam, so I thought she was strong.