The late sign and the early fail
Today was the last day of school this term. Yes, from tomorrow until April 12th I have Spring vacation. Hooray, hooray, finally enough time for...
...packing my stuff, moving, finding a job and buying a refrigerator, duh. I expect next two weeks to be hard rather than fun, but I still believe it will all end well. You may say I'm naive, but so what, really.
We gave our homeroom teacher a big pretty card with a group picture and messages from all the students inside. The idea came about when after a museum visit last week, 先生 took us to a restaurant for a cup of tea, and insisted on paying for everyone who actually went there. I said to P and T, 'hey, shouldn't we at least buy flowers?'. P thought of yosegaki and yesterday the two of us went to Shibuya to buy one. No one else wanted to go with us. Then P sent emails to everyone so that they'd come earlier and signed the card in the study room BEFORE our classes start. He set the time for 45 minutes earlier just to be safe. Guess how many appeared on their own free will?
2.
Out of 15. OK, me and P were already there, so let's say 13. Still, isn't that quite an achievement? ;P
Sさん、Aさん, you rock! Or at least, you're humans. Thank you.
I started running like mad around school trying to gather those who were smoking cigarettes downstairs and those who totally ignored everything and went to our classroom upstairs. I managed to gather quite a number and get the card signed by everybody but one guy, who still hadn't showed up although it was already past the time our lessons usually start.
He has always been late and, well, he lived up to his fame this time as well. But that wasn't all. Because he wasn't there, I managed to hid the yosegaki under my desk (all gods and spirits should be thanked for the fact our desks do have that big shelf under the surface) and I was waiting for him to show up. Luckily he's sitting right in front of me, so when he finally graced us with his arrival 15 minutes later, I carefully passed him the card and said 'it's for sensei, sign it quickly so she wouldn't see it!'
He didn't understand.
A guy next to him explained to him again in chinese, and he STILL wouldn't get it. He almost put it flat out on his desk (in case you don't know how a yosegaki looks - it is BIG, ours was bright green too), he kept looking at it as if he never saw something like that in his life and if not for Oさん's quick reaction, we'd be discovered for sure.
Seriously, just how dumb can a grown up man be?.. Let's contemplate...
Some time later, I got a message from an unknown number saying just こんにちは. I'm not as stupid as I sometimes pose to be and I figured out what it was about, but just in case it was a mistake, I politely wrote back saying it must have been a mistake, 'cause I don't know that number.
The number: 'Isn't that [my name]?
Me: Who is it?
The number: A student of Touhou [my school name]. I want to make friends with you.
Me: Then it wouldn't be bad to tell me at least your name, right? Where did you get my number?
The number: From your attendance card. My number is [here goes a cellphone number DIFFERENT than the one all these messages were sent from] and email [some email]. (english)wait 4 u. (japanese)I have writing right now, (english) bye.
I just 'somehow' don't see myself becoming friends with someone who sneakingly writes down my cellphone number from attendance card in teacher's lounge, and then refuses to say who they are. Sorry, but I was never into the 'mysterious friend' stuff, and a 'secret admirer' in my dictionary pretty much equals a stalker. Yes, I'm the kind who doesn't speak to nameless people by rule.
I'm not saying this person is necessarily a freak, but don't you think there's something wrong going on here? And why did he/she give me a different number inside the message? Am I to become a subject to some stupid bet again? Sorry, but no effing way, I had my share already. On the other hand, I don't want to get all b**chy towards someone I haven't even met.
Hmm... what would you do?
...packing my stuff, moving, finding a job and buying a refrigerator, duh. I expect next two weeks to be hard rather than fun, but I still believe it will all end well. You may say I'm naive, but so what, really.
We gave our homeroom teacher a big pretty card with a group picture and messages from all the students inside. The idea came about when after a museum visit last week, 先生 took us to a restaurant for a cup of tea, and insisted on paying for everyone who actually went there. I said to P and T, 'hey, shouldn't we at least buy flowers?'. P thought of yosegaki and yesterday the two of us went to Shibuya to buy one. No one else wanted to go with us. Then P sent emails to everyone so that they'd come earlier and signed the card in the study room BEFORE our classes start. He set the time for 45 minutes earlier just to be safe. Guess how many appeared on their own free will?
2.
Out of 15. OK, me and P were already there, so let's say 13. Still, isn't that quite an achievement? ;P
Sさん、Aさん, you rock! Or at least, you're humans. Thank you.
I started running like mad around school trying to gather those who were smoking cigarettes downstairs and those who totally ignored everything and went to our classroom upstairs. I managed to gather quite a number and get the card signed by everybody but one guy, who still hadn't showed up although it was already past the time our lessons usually start.
He has always been late and, well, he lived up to his fame this time as well. But that wasn't all. Because he wasn't there, I managed to hid the yosegaki under my desk (all gods and spirits should be thanked for the fact our desks do have that big shelf under the surface) and I was waiting for him to show up. Luckily he's sitting right in front of me, so when he finally graced us with his arrival 15 minutes later, I carefully passed him the card and said 'it's for sensei, sign it quickly so she wouldn't see it!'
He didn't understand.
A guy next to him explained to him again in chinese, and he STILL wouldn't get it. He almost put it flat out on his desk (in case you don't know how a yosegaki looks - it is BIG, ours was bright green too), he kept looking at it as if he never saw something like that in his life and if not for Oさん's quick reaction, we'd be discovered for sure.
Seriously, just how dumb can a grown up man be?.. Let's contemplate...
Some time later, I got a message from an unknown number saying just こんにちは. I'm not as stupid as I sometimes pose to be and I figured out what it was about, but just in case it was a mistake, I politely wrote back saying it must have been a mistake, 'cause I don't know that number.
The number: 'Isn't that [my name]?
Me: Who is it?
The number: A student of Touhou [my school name]. I want to make friends with you.
Me: Then it wouldn't be bad to tell me at least your name, right? Where did you get my number?
The number: From your attendance card. My number is [here goes a cellphone number DIFFERENT than the one all these messages were sent from] and email [some email]. (english)wait 4 u. (japanese)I have writing right now, (english) bye.
I just 'somehow' don't see myself becoming friends with someone who sneakingly writes down my cellphone number from attendance card in teacher's lounge, and then refuses to say who they are. Sorry, but I was never into the 'mysterious friend' stuff, and a 'secret admirer' in my dictionary pretty much equals a stalker. Yes, I'm the kind who doesn't speak to nameless people by rule.
I'm not saying this person is necessarily a freak, but don't you think there's something wrong going on here? And why did he/she give me a different number inside the message? Am I to become a subject to some stupid bet again? Sorry, but no effing way, I had my share already. On the other hand, I don't want to get all b**chy towards someone I haven't even met.
Hmm... what would you do?