Strikes Again
May. 27th, 2005 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
School is busy gearing up for the field day tomorrow. Not having been given anything to do, and having had my requests to be given something to do summarily turned down, I was one of the last teachers to amble out onto the field for the big Putting Stones Into Buckets extravaganza this afternoon. Right before I left, a photocopy of a fax appeared on my desk.
Within the past 2.5 hours, six parents had received phonecalls with a sobbing child's voice in the background by people having claimed to have kidnapped their children. By the time I'd returned from a fruitful 45 minutes of putting stones into buckets, the number of calls had increased by six. There are some sick, sick fucks out there.
That said, the 45 minutes on the field were pretty damn fun. Not having been given anything to do, I made a nuisance of myself by wandering around, offering bored kids a distraction from rock collection. They were only too happy to mob me, and I had a lot of good conversations with my students. Cutest moment: I was mobbed by a group of about five 3nensei girls.
"One, two three, ジル laugh!" the leader cried, and the kids responded with a very passable impression of my laugh. It's obvious they'd been practicing for some time. (On a side note, Japanese really do laugh differently from Westerners. They use a different range, and produce the laugh in a different part of the throat. No kidding.)
They also enjoyed regaling me with impressions of me saying 'China,' Korea,' and 'water' - all three of which I pronounce very differently from the overly enunciated versions they hear on their language CDs. So all in all, a good afternoon.
That will be all.
Within the past 2.5 hours, six parents had received phonecalls with a sobbing child's voice in the background by people having claimed to have kidnapped their children. By the time I'd returned from a fruitful 45 minutes of putting stones into buckets, the number of calls had increased by six. There are some sick, sick fucks out there.
That said, the 45 minutes on the field were pretty damn fun. Not having been given anything to do, I made a nuisance of myself by wandering around, offering bored kids a distraction from rock collection. They were only too happy to mob me, and I had a lot of good conversations with my students. Cutest moment: I was mobbed by a group of about five 3nensei girls.
"One, two three, ジル laugh!" the leader cried, and the kids responded with a very passable impression of my laugh. It's obvious they'd been practicing for some time. (On a side note, Japanese really do laugh differently from Westerners. They use a different range, and produce the laugh in a different part of the throat. No kidding.)
They also enjoyed regaling me with impressions of me saying 'China,' Korea,' and 'water' - all three of which I pronounce very differently from the overly enunciated versions they hear on their language CDs. So all in all, a good afternoon.
That will be all.
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on 2005-05-27 01:54 pm (UTC)So, is that what Field Day is there? They collect rocks? Hmm, no wonder they don't need bleachers LOL (as recently learned from