When I applied to the Asian Studies Conference Japan 2014, I had in mind the idea that it would be a nice ending for my half-year fieldwork in Japan. It was, but in a way that I didn’t expect.
It was not the first time that I had problems with my name tag, usually first and last names confused, but this was of its own kind. People who registered for the reception had a yellow spot on their tags, but I didn’t. I spoke to the chair of the conference who happened to be standing nearby. He was very kind and took a pen, quickly drew a random black spot on my tag. Fortunately, it was accepted as “legal” later.
I hurried to a panel as I was late, but the room was empty. A lady told me, it was cancelled because of no-show of the whole panel. Oh, in what chance did that happen…
For the first time, and hopefully the last, I requested to change to a different panel, the theme of which was closer to my presentation. As a result, I had to start my presentation when there was only 5 minutes left for the time allocated to the session. I shortened a 20-min presentation to 12 minutes, and luckily, got nice comments.
I enjoyed the conference, in spite of, or because of, the unique experience.