Lunchtime
I take back most of what I think about 2nd year classes. Today's lunchtime was awesome.
2nd year 3rd Class is filled with characters. I usually sit next to a couple of jokers who try to teach me horribly dirty English to the chagrin of the female students sitting next to me. They are nearly the exact opposite of the usual 2nd year students- outgoing, inquisitive, curious and hilarious.
I told them about how in Kazuma's juku, we made bread, "Pan tsukutta". But Kazuma sent a text message to his friend telling him that we were making bread. The cel phone autocorrected his Japanese to say "pantsu kutta", which means "we ate panties".
As we were laughing about different ways to tell someone they're gross, I notice a couple of giggling ninnies who always laugh at me during class, off in the corner of our group. I looked to see what they were laughing at, and what they showed me made me nearly cry with laughter.
There's a teacher named Mr. Abe, an old man with a pure white beard. It's awesome, and he's awesome. He almost never talks. He teaches history. He's also the soccer coach.
The kids took a picture of him, and superimposed his head onto Captain Falcon's body.
The two giggling students couldn't believe that I was laughing at their picture (they thought for sure I would have been angry...) And just after I recovered from my laughter, I stood up and said "Abaaaayyy.... PUNCH" and the entire group burst into uproarious laughter along with me.
Apparently I forgot to pay my cel phone bill. I surreptitiously slipped into the convenience store to pay my overdue bill, hoping that no one would know that the reason they couldn't get in touch with me was because my phone was out of service due to a late payment. When I arrived at Uncle Shigeji's house, everyone was laughing and saying that when they tried to call me, it announced to them all that I failed to keep my end of the bargain with the phone company.
It was said that when Aunt Kayoko hears a piece of news, it's not long before the rest of Gifu is also in on that particular bit of information. I was an audience to the very spread of that embarrassing information, as she dialed all of my relatives to tell them why I'm out of touch.