





So, today I invited myself to my shougakkou's (elementary school's) sports day. I'm not sure why they didn't invite me...maybe they forgot...but no matter, I was gonna go to get out of sitting at my desk at chuugakkou (jr. high school). I'm really glad I went b/c the kids are soo cute! By the way, I am totally for child labor now! Go Japan! I'll explain later...
Anyway, I was sitting next to my assistant Portugese teacher and showing her pictures on my camera as the kids were marching to Livin' La Vida Loca. Just as I was about to show her some karaoke pictures of the GGGs (Gay Guys of Gunma), I turned around only to realize that my kouchou sensei (principal) was sitting right behind me! Ahh!
I've noticed that kids in Japan have a lot more responsibilities put on them as compared to kids back at home. I was amazed at all the things they had to learn and do for sports day alone: march in unison, play the popular SMAP song with various musical instruments, referee the races, serve the audience hot green tea on a hot sunny day so that they can faint from dehydration, perform interpretive dance routines, ride on unicycles, form pyramids as if they were cheerleaders, twirl batons, announce the whole program, battle with fake swords (San Diegans, can we say Zero Tolerance?!), and the list just goes on. The best thing was that even lil' Timmy was involved. How sweet! I was really happy that he was in it as well, although I'm not too sure how much he appreciated the teacher pulling his wheel chair every which way. Ouch.
Anyway, I had lunch with the shougakkou teachers which was really nice. We had spaghetti and mini-salted dried up fish. Sounds bad but it's actually really good! Then again, I like chicken feet, so yeah. It turns out that my chuugakkou called my shougakkou to make sure they had prepared lunch for me as well! Aww, I guess they ARE aware of my existence! And to think I was fooled this entire time. Good one, guys.
At the end of the sports day, everyone was exhausted. That's why they gave all the teachers them crazy vitamin drinks during lunch. (I didn't drink mine and took it home. I'll let you all know how it is when I drink it.) So unlike assemblies or what not back at home, it turns out that the students and the teachers are the ones who have to clean up here! Argh. We did everything. We carried the chairs back to the gym, disassembled the canopies, just everything. It was great that we had the students' help or else I'd still be at school carrying poles to the back storage area. It was cool that all the teachers just ordered the kids around and said, "Carry them rusty, 50lb poles with your bare hands...NOW!" Ah, thank goodness for child labor in Japan.
Thought of the day:
Teachers in Japan wear the most casual outfits ever! It's like they just woke up from bed and rolled into school. T-shirt and shorts...that's the most common outfit I've seen at school in Japan. Here I am wearing my slacks and blouse everyday when I don't think it really matters, right? Or does it? Do I have to dress up because I am a gaijin(foreigner)? Well, I am technically Asian by ethnicity (or my parents are Asian, according to Ann's philosophy), so doesn't that make me Japanese when I'm in Japan even though I understand nothing? Hmm...