Mmm, couch.
Only two classes today, thank God. I was half-ready to fall asleep leaning against the blackboard, so I should probably thank those miserable bottom-feeders in 1-A for deciding that they wanted to spend the class chattering constantly and trying to blind the JTE and me by reflecting the sunlight from their shiny notebooks. If they become another class 2-B on me, I will be very, very sad.
Speaking of class 2-B, there is something fundamentally wrong with kids who have to be told four times in ten minutes that it's really not appropriate to get out of their seats and wander around the room during class. The front left-hand corner of class 1-B needs to come to terms with the fact that while cutting out the pictures in the textbook with an X-acto knife and pasting them on other pages might be the height of adolescent hilarity, it's not something we do during English class. It's especially not something we do every freaking day during English class. I'm looking at you, Shun.
Next week I'll be at Okoppe, the magical wonderland where even the students who don't want to learn have the decency to behave themselves during class. Ahh, sweet bliss.
In other news, I got to go home early today (observation class for everyone else at the elementary school), which meant tasty, tasty couch-crashage. I also went out and bought some throat spray and Vicks-like stuff from the kombini, but these have both proved to be busts. C'mon, Japan-- I know you're big on making your drugs too weak to do any damage to anything, including diseases, but I could drink this spray and feel no numbing effects. Fifteen squirts in a row and I'm barely even tingly. And we will not speak of the Not-Vicks.
Bleh. Time for more tea.
Speaking of class 2-B, there is something fundamentally wrong with kids who have to be told four times in ten minutes that it's really not appropriate to get out of their seats and wander around the room during class. The front left-hand corner of class 1-B needs to come to terms with the fact that while cutting out the pictures in the textbook with an X-acto knife and pasting them on other pages might be the height of adolescent hilarity, it's not something we do during English class. It's especially not something we do every freaking day during English class. I'm looking at you, Shun.
Next week I'll be at Okoppe, the magical wonderland where even the students who don't want to learn have the decency to behave themselves during class. Ahh, sweet bliss.
In other news, I got to go home early today (observation class for everyone else at the elementary school), which meant tasty, tasty couch-crashage. I also went out and bought some throat spray and Vicks-like stuff from the kombini, but these have both proved to be busts. C'mon, Japan-- I know you're big on making your drugs too weak to do any damage to anything, including diseases, but I could drink this spray and feel no numbing effects. Fifteen squirts in a row and I'm barely even tingly. And we will not speak of the Not-Vicks.
Bleh. Time for more tea.