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November 22, 2006
Work update. Soma, scat artist from demon school, tried to bite my breast. It might have been all fun and games, but, needless to say, I was not amused. No damage done and no more details.
My rebellious teen class is bothering me less. I accept that they don’t want to be there and do not want to participate. I don’t have a magic formulate to motivate them. I feel sorry for them and don’t want to, nor do I care to, ram the curriculum down their throat. I go through the motions and if they want to learn, they can and I will help them. If they don’t care, nor do I.
I am fighting a cold again that is reminiscent to the last one that knocked me down for like a month. I am bummed. I have a journey to Tokyo that I planned for ages and a job interview there. I am trying very hard to get better.
My latest ploy for bad students is to tell them to leave. They can’t believe that I am trying to kick them out. Hee hee. I love the look on their face. Much easier and faster than a bunch of warnings to call their mothers. I just say, “I want you to leave. Give me your phone number and I will call your mother now.” No beating around the bush here. I am eas going to a point and then that is it. If you make me get ugly, I will get ugly. So much drama back home once again. I am wondering if I should just give up on Japan and go home. Sighhhhh. I feel like I have not done what I came here to do. She came, she got kan-choed and breast bitten, saw tea farms and rode way too many buses and trains, learned how to bow properly, spoke bad Japanese flawlessly, chased after demon drummers and various festivals in obscure villages, ate tons of delicious sushi and sashimi, explored the culinary delights of odens and nabes…….and went home.
Work update. Soma, scat artist from demon school, tried to bite my breast. It might have been all fun and games, but, needless to say, I was not amused. No damage done and no more details.
My rebellious teen class is bothering me less. I accept that they don’t want to be there and do not want to participate. I don’t have a magic formulate to motivate them. I feel sorry for them and don’t want to, nor do I care to, ram the curriculum down their throat. I go through the motions and if they want to learn, they can and I will help them. If they don’t care, nor do I.
I am fighting a cold again that is reminiscent to the last one that knocked me down for like a month. I am bummed. I have a journey to Tokyo that I planned for ages and a job interview there. I am trying very hard to get better.
My latest ploy for bad students is to tell them to leave. They can’t believe that I am trying to kick them out. Hee hee. I love the look on their face. Much easier and faster than a bunch of warnings to call their mothers. I just say, “I want you to leave. Give me your phone number and I will call your mother now.” No beating around the bush here. I am eas going to a point and then that is it. If you make me get ugly, I will get ugly. So much drama back home once again. I am wondering if I should just give up on Japan and go home. Sighhhhh. I feel like I have not done what I came here to do. She came, she got kan-choed and breast bitten, saw tea farms and rode way too many buses and trains, learned how to bow properly, spoke bad Japanese flawlessly, chased after demon drummers and various festivals in obscure villages, ate tons of delicious sushi and sashimi, explored the culinary delights of odens and nabes…….and went home.
posted by Mahoo @ 5:49 AM
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