parasitegirl: (please)
It’s been a while since I geeked out at you about teaching.

The end of the semester is drawing near. There are eleven more days to go, seven of which will be teaching days for me. On the 19th I become free of the second semester lesson plans I created, for at least two semesters.

As most of you know, I am the Elementary School English Program Advisor for a city in Japan. There are 15 schools under me including  9 support staff members (8 who are Japanese) who are the English Teacher presence for those 15 schools. Prior to me, the schools and support staff were all left to their own devices to teach, or not teach, English as they saw fit. My section of the board of education is figuring out how to transition to a uniform teaching style and lesson plans with the primary focus being communication/cognative thinking skills and how we will deal with next year’s nation-wide start of English for 5th and 6th grades and the accompanying textbooks. It looks like we will keep our support staff next year, increase homeroom teacher participation within English lessons, and use a 5th and 6th grade curriculum that is 35 hours per year. 16 of those hours will be my lesson plans taught by support staff and homeroom teachers together and the rest being textbook and text book teaching aid based and I will come to most schools one a semester and teach.
Teacher: Friend or Foe )

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Last week on my way to work I ran into Mori Sensei, from elementary school 1. Mori was the other dancing teacher, she studies and competes in traditional festival and Okinawan dance (I know there is a more precise term for this) and one year for our end of the year party she and her 12 year old son (who also studies ballet) performed an original Choreography to the opening theme music of Inuyasha for us. She came to 3 of my performances and always brought flowers or gifts. Mori was also the other coffee snob. Her English was non-existant, but we communicated well and she took over some mommy duties. She was the one to bring me food and check in on me when I had food poisoning and could barely get off my bathroom floor back in February.
I haven’t seen my co-workers since I left. I was supposed to go to a drinking party back in April, so welcome new teachers, but I was sick. Even then, Mori’s invitation to me was odd. She left a message asking if I could come and drink…because things were…different.
When I ran into Mori we talked a bit. She says that I wouldn’t recognize the school…and not in a good way. The mood of the school is no longer that of a merry band of good-teaching misfits. We always knew it was a very different school. There are so many new teachers and a new principal…and Mori can’t wait to leave now. I didn’t have the heart to ask about English.
As much as I miss my students, I probably would have had a rough time if I could have stayed.


Mar. 31st, 2008 11:29 pm
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I found out where my twin ran off to.

He ran off to write me a goodbye letter.

Unfortunately for him the 3rd graders had to move desks and such today and by the time they were done, I'd gone home. One of the other departing teachers found him searching the school for me. So that teacher took the letter and brought it to our dinner.

Like I needed more reasons to cry. Like Mori sensei, the other dancing sensei, holding me and sobbing uncontrollably wasn't enough (I have promised to call her if I ever need anything,. She lives near me and she's helped me in the past when I was too sick to leave my home...she doesn't speak any English, but has appointed herself my Japanese mom)

My letter from My Twin says, in very very bad handwriting... in Japanese:

Kathryn Sensei,
Thank you for teaching me English. Your lessons were very fun. I most enjoyed fukuwarai, twister, and the make your original dance class. Please do your best at your next school.


For all of the thank you letters from students I got last's letters from Akie and Sanae, the boy with the kitten, and my twin, were all 100% unprompted and unrequired...and thus, priceless.

I am gonna be so red-eyed tomorrow when I report in at city hall.


Mar. 31st, 2008 02:24 pm
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I'm one of 11 teachers leaving the school. Two will retire the rest get moved on to different schools.

I'm not the only person who will be missed. After seven years, Takai sensei will be changing schools. When I see him tear up, I tear up.

I cried at the morning meeting where all of us leaving said goodbye to co-workers. It's hard not to cry, Leaving teachers cry. Remaining teachers who will be loosing sempai's and mother/father figures also cry. The head of English is losing me, she cried.

I didn't cry in front of all the students at the assembly.

They don't tell the students ahead of time who is leaving. We all march into the gym. I was last. Some of the younger kids gasped and yelled my name when they saw I was leaving.

Much like performance mode, I have an energetic teaching mode I slip into. When it was my turn I started in English, the usual greetings asking who is happy, hungry, tired...and in this case, a little sad...and then I switched into Japanese. I explained how before I came to work at the school I didn't know if I liked kids. I thought kids were cute...but annoying. And they laughed. I explained that even though I learned I was right, they are cute and annoying, that I'd also learned to love teaching them. I'd learned that they learn faster and better than I'd ever imagined they would. I made them promise they wouldn't forget the joy of English, and that no matter how difficult a task in English might seem, they wouldn't waste time screaming "I can't do this! English is hard! Noooo way!" but just honestly try instead.

It was easy not to cry when faced with the whole student body, I don't know if you've ever seen a whole elementary school in one room. Wherever I looked there was some twitchy child misbehaving. You can't cry when the molester is jumping up and down blowing kisses at you, when there's a second grader with his shoes on his head, or the variety of things that go into 1st grade mouths are on display

I did sniffle through the school anthem...but if you've ever heard a whole elementary school sing, you now that it's a thing lackng in harmony, and that kept me from losing it. Then the whole student body lined up through the halls and we walked through all of them. This, when I got gifts and cards from certain students, or other students grabbed me and would not let go, is when I cried again.

I'll continue to run into most of my students from here on. They live nearby and any trip to the station means walking through part of the school district. I hope to run into my twins. My twin is upset about me leaving. He refused to stay in the hall when everyone said goodbye as we walked through and ran away.
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I struggled home under the weight of items from my desk, flowers, and gifts. Tonight is thje dinner with the teachers.

A note given to me by my two bi-lingual students in a bag with many very tasty cookies. Akie is the older of the two sisters and wants to be a writer...note the attempt at semi-colon use. I will admit that I have bought books purely to lend them to the sisters, like the first Anastasia Krupnick book, although I've also lent them items I honestly had before meeting them, like Rushdie's Harun and the Sea of Stories and a few items the package faerie sent ( a book on poems and fashion kitty.)

Dear Kathryn-sensei,
Thank you for teaching us english. Your classes were so much fun; the others must have enjoyed it too. We also liked talking to you, and reading the books you lent us. English club was fun too.
But most of all, we loved your fun personality, We don't know if english classes will be any fun without you. We''ll miss you so much, since you were one of the best teacher in Yutaka Elementary School. From April, everything will be diffrent.  Akie is going to junior high school; and Sanae is going to be in 5th grade. And you will be going to a new school. We'll all be apart, but please don't forget about us.
Good luck in your new school!
-From Akie and Sanae.
parasitegirl: (please)
I just got back from Nagareyama, the nearby city that wants me.

They definitely want me. It's not that they want just an ALT and I'll do...but it's me they want.

They have an "English coordinator"  (Japanese woman who speaks English) who is doing a little bit of English teaching in the public elementary schools. This coordinator also studies with the "Super English Teacher" advisor who helps my current school (and Eigorian the english program on NHK) so the primary teaching style that has existed is one I am compatible with. The district wasn't sure about if they wanted to expand English in their elementary schools. But they know of me by reputation and have seen my lessons....when they got word of the other city not grabbing me they decided to make a play for me specifically and to use me to expand the English program for their....15 elementary schools.

This wasn't an interview the way the other city had. This was three tiers of Board of Education members saying "OMG, we want you, this is our roughly translated's probably not good enough for you but...we really want you. Can we introduce you to out bosses and bosses bosses? We want you to craft our lesson plans.  Can we get you anything? Please say yes! We're very nice! Our teachers are friendly!"

The pay is good enough. No bonuses but slightly higher per month than I get now (before taxes, health insurance...) and probably higher than one of the schools I'm waiting on (the Shinurayasu school quoted a pay range to me but  would probably start me at the low end, if they started me at the high end it would be about the same).

The insane part is...of course..the fact that I would be THE English Advisor/ALT for 15 schools. That's a little insane. They couldn't tell me quite what the schedule would be like because they've never HAD one and just have come to realize that they want one. Much like where I work now, my job would be figured out on the job. I would be working with the coordinator, but her background leads me to believe that we're compatible when it comes to class formats and goals.

They want me for at least two years, my first contract would be for two years.

I wouldn't have to leave my apartment. I'd commute by train (one transfer, about 20 minutes total because it's on a tiiiiiiiiny train line.) I think I'd like to take the next 3-4 months of my apartment contract to go apartment hunting for something in Ayase (same train line, 20 minutes closer to Tokyo, slightly later last train home) and move leisurely if I find something that works for me.

I asked them to give me until Thursday to process everything and think. I expect to hear from the preschool in a few days.

I have realized that one thing I would miss if I took the preschool job would be the daily use of workplace Japanese.

I need to think.

I'm sort of in shock.

This is allowing everything else that has happened while I've been in job panic mode to hit me. I need to eat a big meal and rest tonight.
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I underestimated how captivated Miyazaki Sensei was with the idea of "bowling American style" with a beer.

When we arrived at Young Bowl I noted that there was no beer for sale at a bar or in the vending machines. I thought that was the end of that! Silly me with my American ideas of liquor laws!

Miyazaki Sensei arrived and asked "Beer?"

He went to the vending machines and announced "No Beer!"

He then disappeared.

He returned from a quick trip to a convini with a bag of beers and stuff.

"Beer, Beer, Gin tonic, Beer, Beer, Ume Shu, Beer! American style!" And gave drinks to whoever could drink and was not driving (zero tolerance for drinking and driving here) insisting "American Style!"

Now, there was no way I was going to ask my American questions about how is it you can openly bring in and imbibe alcohol in a place that doesn't have a liquor license because that would open up those moments where I sound like a martian and teachers want to know if I am kidding. "And then at a certain time, and it varies from state to state, you cannot buy alcohol. We have no alcohol vending machines that work on the 'honor system'. We can't walk around in public with an open can/bottle, much less public transport, and we sure as hell cannot bring alcohol into a location which cannot legally sell it and strat openly drinking..." This is viewed as crazy talk.

Miyazaki Sensei

I would later go on to explain that flipping off pins and yelling "Fall, you mother fucker, FAAAAAAALLL" is not so much a sign that I am upset, but is part of how I play most games...and may also count as American Style bowling.

One more reason to love Miyazaki Sensei: When he gets really drunk he talks about his two sons and how much he loves them.
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As I was walking from my On Paper school to my primary school my own shadow caught my eye: Medium handbag, the silhouette of a vintage jacket work with jeans, and the hand holding a steaming cup of coffee.

I come with cup-gripping action.

My first year or so in Japan I traveled down to Kamakura to see a documentary on Noam Chomsky. It was of interviews and speeches he gave shortly after 9/11. I remember sitting in the theater and seeing footage of people streaming into one of his lectures, people all bundled up and each clutching a cup of coffee. I thought, "Those are MY people." It was the first time I really thought of clutching a cup of coffee as something that marked me as American to some eyes.

I still can't believe that my first school here, the high school, allowed me my habit of drinking coffee during class. I mean, yes, I had taken a chance by explaining it as part of my culture....describing in detail the high school and college professors who would pause, sip, look deep into their own mugs as if there were answers to be held in them, tea leaves to be read, and then look back at us and continue...but that the actually let me do it was

I shared an office in the high school with 3 Japanese teachers of English and one foreigner. Yoshida Sensei was in that office for two years and we would spend a large portion of our time together drinking coffee and out-doing each other's Coffee Sighs of Delight (some of the other time was spent watching Friends or the latest Pixar film in the name of language study and singing aloud to bad 80's rock).

The elementary school is not a coffee drinking haven. They drink instant coffee here and have rules about brewing the fresh stuff when kids are in the building.

Nonetheless, ever since Tully's opened here two years ago I can be seen in the morning with my tumbler of coffee walking to school. Students ask where it is if I greet them in the morning without it. They ask "where? where?" and grip air cups. This Monday I walked part-way home with the twins in the afternoon. My Twin asked me where my tumbler was. They don't see the coffee as a morning thing (which it mostly is now) but as a "What Kathryn Sensei looks like outside of school" thing.

Today is the last day of classes. We had closing ceremonies this morning. After school comes the "forget the year party" with co-workers. At the high school these were lavish affairs. Everyone dressed up in fine clothing and drank to excess and then went to an after party of more drinks and perhaps cigars. They even rented the Disney bus with mouse-shaped wind ws to take us to the banquet room in the Disney resort the last year I was there. At the elementary school the staff is smaller and the parties more casual. This year I've learned not to overdress.

This year they've added something new. We won't be going straight to the restaurant at 6:30. We have a before-party party this year. We're going bowling first at Young Bowl.

Miyazaki Sensei asked me if Americans bowl. I told him yes. I told him that I had been in the bowling club in middle school, but was and am a horrible bowler. And then I told him that American style bowling is a little different than Japanese style.

Are the rules different?

No. But we drink beer when we bowl, what else to do with our cup-gripping action after dark? Bowling lanes serve beer.

A few years back my friend Jimmy and I spent an evening drinking and watching Hong Kong action films at his place, at some point we decided to take our intoxicated but attractive asses to the Tokiwadaira bowling lanes. We were shocked to find that there was no bar or beer vending in the lanes. Were we expected to bowl sober? Did the lanes stay open 24 hours....for SOBER bowling? Japan has no laws that prohibit the vending of beer and alcohol after a certain we'd assumed that 24 hour bowling would come with a 24 hr bar.

Miyazaki sensei has been flitting around the room sharing his knowledge. He suggests to the teachers that perhaps we should try American Style Bowling...and then explains the drink in one hand bit. "Americans, they don't bowl SOBER!"

If any of my co-workers ever come to Wisconsin, they are prepared.
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For some reason, one of my emailed posts never arrived. Maybe it will show up tomorrow. If so, forgive the double post and I'll kill it when I awaken.

My job, one hour ago. This is how, on the average, conversations with me about paper-work play out.

(Of course, in Japanese)

Vice-Principal: Kathryn, do you have…(points to his electronic dictionary to the word that translates to "Teaching certificate")
Me: Maybe.
VP: huh?
Me: Probably. No. I don't know if I ever got something on paper. Maaaybe I did.

(You see, in order to be a yearly lecturer this certificate is required. To get one you need to go through the Japanese certification process that requires you to be...Japanese. I can't get one, legally. Legally, I need one. The board of education did something to ensure that I technically have one, but I don't know if I have a paper proving it or if it's something they did at the office.)

VP: Do you have it?
Me: I don't know! Why?
VP: So ,you can work this half of the school year (Oct-march 31)
Me: Ha! I got that from my on-paper school Wednesday! Wait!

(I pull out the form that says I'm legally working those dates)

VP: I also I need this...from the other school you say?
Me: It's technically "my school"
VP: But, what about your teaching certificate?
Me: Can you show me an example of what it looks like?
Vp: I don't have one...

Me: I need to know what it looks like. Then I can see if I have it. I get a lot of important papers. I put them in various important paper folders...but I don't know what they all ARE.

Vp: hmmmmm

(I go back to my desk and pull out my school related "Important papers" folder.

Me: This?
Vp: no
Me: This?
VP: (In English) May this?
Me: (assuming we're talking about borrowing) Yes.
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All the teachers are in slow-motion due to being at school last Saturday, myself included.

Today I taught three 3rd grade classes before 11:30. The class topic started
with foods and transitioned into colors/coloring.

I was reminded of one essential fact: ADHD kids love my English classes. Because my/our English teaching style hinges on things like allowing all the children to blurt out answers whenever without raising hands (no scary English spotlight, more room to make mistakes, and more of a chance for the confused kids to listen to the ones who get it), a lot of gesturing and running around (for example we don't make them say the colors, we make them run and find the colors I say) and a variety of interactive activities that just happen to be in English... it is ADHD Nirvana. At the On Paper school there are two boys with Aspergers who are also excelling in English so far.

We've also got a new ADHD kid in the 3rd grade. I'll call him Huggy. He prefers female teachers to male, which is strange for me because the prior (male) problem-children I've encountered have always rushed to our vice-principal and other men in the school. Huggy rushes around me, occasionally stopping to hug me regardless of what I may be teaching, and then gets into the various flash cards I have until the window sills are full of opened and examined card packs. I just have to make sure that he has small tasks to help me with while I teach (holding my flashcards, passing out sheets, helping students who don't understand) or else it gets crazy.

Memorable points of today's classes:

Getting my foot crushed during the hokey-pokey.

Almost getting my skirt pulled down by by a child attempting to scale me. My lighting quick reflexes kept me from exposing my teal underpants, no doubt saving many children from trauma/future fetishes.

Watching My Twin draw a penis expelling urine on the "kappa" he was supposed to be coloring in.

A lot of hugs.

Seeing children color "Kappa" a variety of colors including traditional green, gay-pride rainbow, vibrant orange, and something I can only describe as bruised zombie.

Watching my fellow teacher hold up an eggplant only to hear one student yell out a Japanese slang-word for penis. The teacher repeated the word with questioning inflection, held the eggplant to her crotch, and then we both shook our heads no.

One girl, who has never been abroad but is hella-smart and obsessed with English, sang the theme song to Kim Possible to me. She probably understands about 60% of what I say in class, which is amazing.

My Twin loitering around after class to talk to me and touch my earrings.

When I saw two boys slowly walking back to their homeroom after recess, I reminded them that 3rd period (after recess) would be English class. They cheered and RAN down the hall to get prepped for class.

I wore half a cabbage like a stylish hat.

It's a small miracle that I only average one coffee per day nowadays. I don't know how I do it.
parasitegirl: (seeyou)
This was the shaming "Who drank my beverage?" poster I put on the work fridge in the teachers' office.

For about two hours I would greet anyone near the fridge with the question, "Do you like Red Bull?" Without exception, everyone questioned blamed Takai Sensei, who has a history of devouring other people's food. I kept defending him "But, he drinks diet drinks. He's a diabetic who has also undergone heart surgery in the last year...he CAN'T still be drinking and eating things at random from the fridge!!"

But...he is. He followed my instructions as to where to buy Red Bull and replaced my  drink with two new ones.

For the record he thought he was stealing a can of coffee. While the flavor of Red Bull was unexpected, he liked it.


May. 17th, 2007 04:49 pm
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I had one of those warm and fuzzy teacher moments today.

My past nemesis, Doraemon Sensei, (the one who tries to pay off his lack of preparation in the English room with chocolate afterwards) has been stepping up his English game. I've seen him take notes and study English words for classroom use...shit, last year I was happy that he was finally NOT SLEEPING during the meetings (note, these were meetings consisting of only 4 people). Today, despite few noticeable glitches, he really did try.

The class was 4th grade and involved finding shapes, counting shapes, and the fun part of designing more complex objects with shapes Students drew everything from simple ice cream cones to blocky stag beetles climbing trees. In Takai Sensei's class one boy drew what we thought was an angry monster peeing. It turned out to be his mom (angry and peeing). I regret not scanning it...but back to Doraemon Sensei.

Sanae-san is in Doraemon's class. I've been teaching her since she was a first grader. She and her 6th grade sister are bi-lingual. They lived in Canada for a year or two about 5 years ago, but the bi-lingual comes from the fact that they have parents who really encourage it and hook them up with books and bi-lingual play groups. I like talking with Akie-san (the older sister) about 6th grade things and books. We've talked a little about how crazy girls get at that age as well. I do tell her how happy I am that she's very comfortable being smart (she excells in science) and doesn't dumb it down. I also lend them books....and if I have to admit it I have gone out of my way to buy books to lend them (Anastasia Krupnick, The Giver to name two) after
they both enjoyed Harun and the Sea of Stories by Rushdie two years ago.I'm a sucker for readers. I might pick up Book Crush for them as a guide to future reading.

They are part of why I am happy that this school tries hard to use "English time" do interesting activities that build communication skills ( and other skills) instead of just "teaching English" cut apart from the body and world around it. Because they'd be dead bored if we didn' would a large section of the non-bilingual students.

Sanae and Akie are also very aware of the gestures and ways I help the Japanese teachers feel comfortable teaching English. It's something they've noticed and mentioned in the kindest way. They understand the language and the classroom dynamics.

After today's class Sanae-san came to talk to me. She told me how she'd really been looking forward to today. I told her about how I'm glad to hear that, because I do worry about making the class interesting to all levels of English.

"Don't worry! Your class is the BEST!"

Yup, warm fuzzies.

And a second grader told me that my Japanese is getting really good. This was after I explained to him that his math problem problems stem from the fact that he can't read his own handwriting and thus writes the question correctly but reads it wrong (6/0 7/2 were getting mixed up)
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I have some issues with Japan’s entry into teaching “Stranger Danger” skills. The biggest being the fact that the program uses the term “suspicious person” instead of stressing that dangerous people might not LOOK dangerous. The worst depiction that I have seen to date was an instructional video for teachers about how to defend your class. Yeah, it’s easy to know you’ll have to sound the alarm when the person in question is talking to himself, caressing a knife and, yup, limping towards your school.
But a recent pencil board distributed to all of our students gets the fact straight.


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After finishing my last post I went to the bathroom. As I exited the bathroom, and walked down the hall, one Nuts Mafia member sprung out from behind a post. He’d been waiting. I was ambushed.

More Nuts

Nov. 29th, 2006 01:37 pm
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A week after the outbreak of “Nuts Mafia Fever” in our school, I almost posted to tell you that the Nuts Mafia had been verbally castrated. One of the 6th grade teachers forbade the use of “Nuts” due to one of the girls having the diminutive nick-name of “Na-tsu chan” and not enjoying her new found fame as “little testies.”
Well, it didn’t take. It was more like a botched vasectomy which did nothing to defuse the verbal ejaculations than a castration. Three or four hardcore Nuts Mafia Members now look to make sure that their teacher isn’t nearby before they scream NUUUUUUUTS NUUTS! at me. They love me. It is not a rare sight to see me zipping down the hall trailed by boys screaming that single word at me. Returning from recess, they jump up and down in front of the English room, NUTS! NUTS! Until I threaten them with Nut Punches and Nut Kicks. I really want a nut cracker. They see me walking down the hall and they brace themselves to spring.
We have mini dialogs:
“Not hungry!

"No, you're nuts!
"Your nuts!"
“No nuts, I’m a girl! (gesture to crotch) NO NUTS!”
“(pause)…Show me!”
“No way!”
Today when one of the boys cornered me with his cry of NUTS NUTS. I stood and kept yelling “Huevos! Huevos!” back at him. I want the Nut Mafia to become more international.
Slugger also now calls me Nuts-chan, which is better than having Slugger try to kneecap me with a broom. Things have improved in the last year. Slugger sometimes participates in English class, and doesn't hate me. I think my popularity with the rest of the 6th grade boys somewhat killed his desire to see me dead.

Back stories of Nuts and Slugger can be found by clicking the tags
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They take pride in the name. They are the Nut Mafia.


Sep. 27th, 2006 01:19 pm
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I just had a boy stop me in the hall, grab my hands, and beg me to explain what Nuts are.

Subaro-kun will never forget the teacher who leaned over and whispered the Japanese word for testicles in his ear.

I feel bad for the kids with the sound "na-tsu" in thier names.

parasitegirl: (please)
During Sports Day I spent most of my time in the score-keeper box with a calculator, pencils, and 6th grade boys. 6th grade boys continue to be my greatest supporters and my deadliest enemies. I don’t trust them one goddamned ounce. I know that 1 out of 30 of them might like me because they like English but that the rest have impure motives.
The boys in the box were number runners, bringing me scores to tally. During sports day practice, before I took my ankle to a doctor, they had been asking to use my electronic dictionary. They would gather around it, punch in a word, and giggle. They’ve learned my dictionary quite well. I knew what was up before they showed me the screen.
“Oh my god! Sex words!”
And, in what may have been a misstep, during sports day I taught one boy that “nuts” can be used in American slag to mean “testies”
Go me, bringing joy to little boys.
Nuts! )
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A few weeks ago, around lunch time, a man attempted to rob the nearby post office at knife-point. After getting some cash he made off on his bike, still holding the knife. I don’t have TV access and this isn’t national news, I knew this because a general safety announcement about it was made at our school prior to the students going home for the day. The teachers seemed pretty shaken up about it all, which I can’t really mock because xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /Japan does have recent problems with the occasional knife attack on elementary students. I had to explain to them why I wasn’t very afraid of biking home, what with knowing there’s a man with a knife and a bike out there, so I mimed the frozen surprise that comes with people looking into my eyes and getting the Gaijin Shock! I also mime the same thing when the lunch co-workers talk about being afraid of opening the door to sales people lest they be crazed robber bandits.


 the knife and the suspicious person )


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