You killed my velociraptor, dickhead.
One of my P3s (5-6 year olds) insisted on kissing me on the cheek today. He managed it 3 times before the two girls in my class started to actively defend my virtue. It was very touching. (Keep in mind that this is the same kid that has an obsession with sticking his hands and feet as close to my crotch as possible).
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I was standing in the feminine hygiene products aisle of my local grocery store when this old man came up to me and started telling me how beautiful my skin was. I literally stood there with a box of tampons in one hand and a box of pads in the other as he rambled on about how seriously, Japanese women can't get skin as beautiful as yours, no matter what they do and how it was the perfect shade of white. He actually thought I was from France, for whatever reason, and was even more impressed when he discovered that my hands were just as 'beautiful' as my face.
He probably talked at me for a straight 4 minutes, and by the end I was like, “...can I go buy my tampons now?”
Also, while we're on the topic of feminine hygiene products, I love how at every store I've ever gone to the checkout person asks if I want them to put it in a paper bag so that I may hide the shame of being a woman. (They don't actually say that, but you get the point.) To which I respond, “No, I don't care, just toss it in the basket with my sliced cheese and peanut butter.”
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I'm starting to reach the limits of my patience with some of my bad students. I know I'm supposed to be eternally patient, and I know that they're kids, that they're going to be difficult, throw tantrums and have their bad days, but I have definitely come to outright dread some of my classes. Some of these kids have bad days everyday.
One of my P4s, for example, couldn't answer “When is your birthday?” when I asked him today. It took us about 5 minutes to work through the answer, which shouldn't happen at that level. To give you an idea what a P4 is capable of, I asked one the next day what he'd done over the weekend and he said, “I go shopping and buy my sister a pair of gloves for her.” Now, I know his tenses were off, but obviously he knew what he wanted to say and he wasn't afraid to say it, even if he messed something up.
I know part of it is the first boy's confidence is likely a lot lower, but the birthday question is one of the first things they learn and it is something a P4 should know. It shouldn't take him almost 8 minutes to say, “September 30th.” I think what upset me about this particular boy is that he doesn't listen during class. I usually make sure my more talented students say/answer any new language pattern first when I'm doing individual testing, that way the lower students have examples to listen to and when their turn comes, they'll have a better idea how they're supposed to answer. But this kid doesn't listen to his classmates answering, he fucks around with the other boy and then when his turn comes, he just looks at me like I'm asking him to solve world hunger. [sigh]
The other class I'm getting absolutely fed up with is my P2 with The Hellion and her Lackey. The Hellion refuses to participate half the time, and when she does it's only halfway. When she's not participating, she's running around the room, screaming random shit, standing with her face pressed against the window, rolling on the floor, basically anything that will distract the hell out of her Lackey. I think the Lackey might actually be able to sit and go through class properly if it weren't for The Hellion, but when they're both there, they just absolutely refuse to listen to me. And I cannot see the sense in moving on to the next language step when they haven't even learned the first, so I never get through the entire language set for any given class.
Also, point of interest. The Hellion was the one who hit me in the face with a plastic golf club. Like, I told her she had to let the Lackey pick which ball she wanted first since The Hellion had picked first with the clubs, and she just stood there for 2 seconds staring at me like I had just told her Precure was cancelled for eternity and I was the scum of the earth. Then she seemed to come to a decision - and I could goddamn see it click in her eyes - and then BAM! she hit me in the face. Luckily I dodged enough that she didn't break my glasses or anything, but shit.
And I just learned the other day that the violent girl from my other class - the one who repeatedly punches the boy who cries because he won't stop crying, to the point where I have to physically haul her to the other side of the room to make her stop - is joining The Hellion's class.
Joy.
I feel like the Kindergarten version of Yankumi. OTL
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Japanese dramas are entirely too over-dramatic to be taken seriously. I've been watching a good deal of serious cop dramas and whatnot while in Matsusaka and I have to struggle not to laugh outright. I don't know if it's bad directing, bad acting, or just a general lack of understanding how people act during serious situations, but - hahaha, it's too much for me. The men cry entirely too much, and over ridiculous things. And then I watched a scene where this lady came home to find her friend/lover/husband had hung himself. In the previous scene, she had flung herself at him with tears in her eyes, upset that he was working too hard, and then when she found him hanging from the ceiling, instead of being freaked out, she looked at it like with the same level of annoyance as you have got to be kidding me! I can't believe the cat pooped on the floor again!
I think they're just bad actors.
Also, I'm not sure if it's because they're not allowed to have guns in real life, but when you see a gunfight in a Japanese drama, it's readily apparent that they don't know how it works. Holy shit. It's even worse than watching an over-the-top gunfight in an American movie; at least when they do impossible things in our movies, it's for the sake of looking cool. In Japanese dramas and movies, they do impossible things because they don't know how a gun works, which just makes them look stupid. Very, incredibly, laugh-out-loud, I'm sorry I'm ruining the mood Jii-chan, but I can't help myself stupid. OTL
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I've been trying to upload a video I made to Facebook for a couple weeks, but it never uploads correctly. It was basically a tour of my apartment, but since it seems unwilling to work, I've given up. Have pictures instead.
Aaaand, my new favorite treat:
Also, I wanted to let you guys know that I will now be putting any sort of work!wank in separate posts that are friends locked. I don't want to run the risk of someone at work finding this and reading it, so unfortunately, if you don't have LJ...you won't be able to read them. In the case of my parents, it's no big deal. You guys can just call me and hear me bitch over the phone, haha!
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That's it. Sorry it's not more interesting. /shot