they do.
This week, 6 2nd year boys thought it would be entertaining to fight in the hallways after school...5-on-1. Needless to say the 1 boy was pretty banged up. Teachers were pissed because that meant they had to stay late to talk to all of the boys and their parents. And what exactly came of this 2 hour 6pm meeting? NOTHING! The very next day every boy was back in class with nooo consequences and according to the teachers 1/2 of them didn't think that they did anything wrong!!!! What the heck!?
It seems that by this point in the year, everyone in school, including the teachers, have become afraid of ONE boy. I'm going to call him flowerman...1) because I'm not creative enough to come up with something different and 2) because part of his name is flower. Flowerman isn't even that intimidating. I've seen much more threatening 1st graders back in America. But for some reason, some of the bigger boys, manchildren really, in the 2nd grade are also afraid of him. I guess the teachers and students think he's actually crazy. And by crazy they mean that he doesn't care about anything; which probably sounds awfully familiar to most teachers in the States. His parents have given up and the teachers won't go near him, so that leaves him and his pea-sized brain to run the 3rd floor of the school. It's like promoting the craziest patient in the psych ward to ward director. NUTS! ABSOLUTELY NUTS! I'm tired of this crap. My voice can't take any more screaming over the animal house that is the 3rd floor. Next week I'm going to implement my solution. It's called PROJECT ESTABLISH DOMINANCE. Just give me a few more days in the gym and my biceps should be ready to challenge him to the time-tested gauge of manliness: an arm-wrestling competition. That's right, I'm going to challenge a 13 year old boy to an arm-wrestling contest. Since I don't know enough Japanese to talk to him, I figure the best I can do is drop his ego a few notches. Fortunately, there aren't any laws in Japan against such methods and people here don't sue. Unfortunately, there aren't any safety regulations either and all the students are allowed to carry box cutters. Yeah, that's right, in the madness that is Japanese education they actually let each kid carry around their own box cutter...CRAP! That's like giving the people in prison a knife upon entry. Where the hell is the common sense!?
On a happier note, kids are finally starting to talk to me. These conversation range from being asked, "Do you know something something Nightingale?" This was actually sung to me by a group of 4 1st year girls...I had NOOO idea what it was until one girl pronounced EVERY phoneme of the word. I've been asked if my glasses are fashion glasses (people actually wear fake glasses over their contacts here). I get asked daily if this is my real hair color, eye color, etc., etc. My favorite conversation today was with a second year boy who caught me jay-walking. This is the same boy who screams, "NAN DAIYO!" every time I look at him...(what/why are you doing that!?). He felt it was his duty to tell me that it was wrong and that I should wait until the light turns blue. Yes, in Japan the traffic light is blue, not green, even though it really is green. I was impressed by his attempt at using English to chastize me about illegally crossing the street (especially since the same kid sleeps through class every day). But nothing was better than the naughty 2nd year boy who seems to have learned English by osmosis....
Class 2-2 (the LOUDEST class in school) Start of class -
Naughty boy at the back - "Stand-up. Please say Stand-up!"
Teacher - "Stand up please. Hello, class"
Class - "Hello Mrs. Tabiti" (they really call her that)
Naughty boy- "How are you class?"
Teacher...looking annoyed - "How are you today?"
Naughty boy- "Imfainsenkyunu and Ms. Jones?"
Mrs. Jones - "Good afternoon everyone"
Boys - "Good afternoon beautiful teacher Jones" (HELL YEAH!)
Mrs. Jones - "How are you today?"
Naughty boy - "I'm fabulous senks" (this is my line)
Mrs. Jones - "I'm super thanks"
Naughty boy - "Tabiti teacher what's super?"
For the rest of the class the student continued with all the teacher's lines, "Please turn to page 35." "Please repeat after Ms. Jones." "Okay, good job class now I'm Yuki and you're Mike." "You are listening to English Radio...."
Ahhhh, that explains it all. But I'm not going to complain. The last last 10 minutes of class I was left by myself with nothing to do. Standing at the front of the class, I suddenly find myself alone with absolutely NO idea what I'm going to do, when the naughty boy at the back yells, in English "Quiet everybody this is English time, Ms. Jones is trying to teach. Listen to her." He then says it in Japanese and when everyone gets quiet he goes, "Okay Ms. Jones." We went through flashcards a few times...still time left....stalling stalling... losing the kids...but the kid in the back once again shouted for everyone to shut up. HALLELUJIAH!!! Where the heck did he come from?! Fabulous!!! I don't understand what all these teachers are worked up about. The 2nd years are so bad really.
This week, 6 2nd year boys thought it would be entertaining to fight in the hallways after school...5-on-1. Needless to say the 1 boy was pretty banged up. Teachers were pissed because that meant they had to stay late to talk to all of the boys and their parents. And what exactly came of this 2 hour 6pm meeting? NOTHING! The very next day every boy was back in class with nooo consequences and according to the teachers 1/2 of them didn't think that they did anything wrong!!!! What the heck!?
It seems that by this point in the year, everyone in school, including the teachers, have become afraid of ONE boy. I'm going to call him flowerman...1) because I'm not creative enough to come up with something different and 2) because part of his name is flower. Flowerman isn't even that intimidating. I've seen much more threatening 1st graders back in America. But for some reason, some of the bigger boys, manchildren really, in the 2nd grade are also afraid of him. I guess the teachers and students think he's actually crazy. And by crazy they mean that he doesn't care about anything; which probably sounds awfully familiar to most teachers in the States. His parents have given up and the teachers won't go near him, so that leaves him and his pea-sized brain to run the 3rd floor of the school. It's like promoting the craziest patient in the psych ward to ward director. NUTS! ABSOLUTELY NUTS! I'm tired of this crap. My voice can't take any more screaming over the animal house that is the 3rd floor. Next week I'm going to implement my solution. It's called PROJECT ESTABLISH DOMINANCE. Just give me a few more days in the gym and my biceps should be ready to challenge him to the time-tested gauge of manliness: an arm-wrestling competition. That's right, I'm going to challenge a 13 year old boy to an arm-wrestling contest. Since I don't know enough Japanese to talk to him, I figure the best I can do is drop his ego a few notches. Fortunately, there aren't any laws in Japan against such methods and people here don't sue. Unfortunately, there aren't any safety regulations either and all the students are allowed to carry box cutters. Yeah, that's right, in the madness that is Japanese education they actually let each kid carry around their own box cutter...CRAP! That's like giving the people in prison a knife upon entry. Where the hell is the common sense!?
On a happier note, kids are finally starting to talk to me. These conversation range from being asked, "Do you know something something Nightingale?" This was actually sung to me by a group of 4 1st year girls...I had NOOO idea what it was until one girl pronounced EVERY phoneme of the word. I've been asked if my glasses are fashion glasses (people actually wear fake glasses over their contacts here). I get asked daily if this is my real hair color, eye color, etc., etc. My favorite conversation today was with a second year boy who caught me jay-walking. This is the same boy who screams, "NAN DAIYO!" every time I look at him...(what/why are you doing that!?). He felt it was his duty to tell me that it was wrong and that I should wait until the light turns blue. Yes, in Japan the traffic light is blue, not green, even though it really is green. I was impressed by his attempt at using English to chastize me about illegally crossing the street (especially since the same kid sleeps through class every day). But nothing was better than the naughty 2nd year boy who seems to have learned English by osmosis....
Class 2-2 (the LOUDEST class in school) Start of class -
Naughty boy at the back - "Stand-up. Please say Stand-up!"
Teacher - "Stand up please. Hello, class"
Class - "Hello Mrs. Tabiti" (they really call her that)
Naughty boy- "How are you class?"
Teacher...looking annoyed - "How are you today?"
Naughty boy- "Imfainsenkyunu and Ms. Jones?"
Mrs. Jones - "Good afternoon everyone"
Boys - "Good afternoon beautiful teacher Jones" (HELL YEAH!)
Mrs. Jones - "How are you today?"
Naughty boy - "I'm fabulous senks" (this is my line)
Mrs. Jones - "I'm super thanks"
Naughty boy - "Tabiti teacher what's super?"
For the rest of the class the student continued with all the teacher's lines, "Please turn to page 35." "Please repeat after Ms. Jones." "Okay, good job class now I'm Yuki and you're Mike." "You are listening to English Radio...."
Ahhhh, that explains it all. But I'm not going to complain. The last last 10 minutes of class I was left by myself with nothing to do. Standing at the front of the class, I suddenly find myself alone with absolutely NO idea what I'm going to do, when the naughty boy at the back yells, in English "Quiet everybody this is English time, Ms. Jones is trying to teach. Listen to her." He then says it in Japanese and when everyone gets quiet he goes, "Okay Ms. Jones." We went through flashcards a few times...still time left....stalling stalling... losing the kids...but the kid in the back once again shouted for everyone to shut up. HALLELUJIAH!!! Where the heck did he come from?! Fabulous!!! I don't understand what all these teachers are worked up about. The 2nd years are so bad really.
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