The Times, They Are a-Changin'
They swapped out a significant percentage of the teachers at Oma this year. By the time everyone had settled in this morning, I recognized six. That's out of twenty, folks. At first I was worried that our ever-genki kyotou-sensei had been transferred, which make would the office a much sadder and duller place, but it was revealed during the staff meeting that he's just out with the flu.
(Yes, it's still flu season here. No, I have not been infected, despite watching numerous friends and colleagues succomb. I never did really get the bug that latched fully on to _feckless and partially on to lilycascade, either, which leads me to believe that my regular consumption of raw fish has somehow improved my immune system. My logic is physically fit enough to make such a leap.)
On the upside, one of the teachers I know from various ALT/teacher get-togethers in the Mutsu area has been transferred here. Now if only I could remember his name, I'd be set. I still feel like I wandered into a different school, but I'm sure my first classes on Mondays will correct this impression for me. The Oma kids, they are distinctive.
My fingers remain crossed for the new first-years. I did a lesson for the sixth-years at Oma Elementary quite a while back, and they were good kids. Stay golden, my little Ponyboys. Please. I do not need another Shouma.
On a side note, the young guy who started at the Board last year has been upgraded to teaching P.E. at Okoppe, which makes me happy for him. Of course, he used to be the only person the Board would use to ferry me places instead of Smelly Guy, so I fear for the next time I require Friday transportation, but I imagine he'll be having a much better time at Okoppe than he was having at the Board.
And now I need to run my heater for a while, since it began raining apocalyptically today when I did not have the foresight to bring along my umbrella. Lo, my hands are like unto those of the dead.
(Yes, it's still flu season here. No, I have not been infected, despite watching numerous friends and colleagues succomb. I never did really get the bug that latched fully on to _feckless and partially on to lilycascade, either, which leads me to believe that my regular consumption of raw fish has somehow improved my immune system. My logic is physically fit enough to make such a leap.)
On the upside, one of the teachers I know from various ALT/teacher get-togethers in the Mutsu area has been transferred here. Now if only I could remember his name, I'd be set. I still feel like I wandered into a different school, but I'm sure my first classes on Mondays will correct this impression for me. The Oma kids, they are distinctive.
My fingers remain crossed for the new first-years. I did a lesson for the sixth-years at Oma Elementary quite a while back, and they were good kids. Stay golden, my little Ponyboys. Please. I do not need another Shouma.
On a side note, the young guy who started at the Board last year has been upgraded to teaching P.E. at Okoppe, which makes me happy for him. Of course, he used to be the only person the Board would use to ferry me places instead of Smelly Guy, so I fear for the next time I require Friday transportation, but I imagine he'll be having a much better time at Okoppe than he was having at the Board.
And now I need to run my heater for a while, since it began raining apocalyptically today when I did not have the foresight to bring along my umbrella. Lo, my hands are like unto those of the dead.