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Year 2, Class 4 should win some sort of prize for ridiculousness.
Most of my classes today were very subdued and their English was poor, but I came into Class 2-4 and they were noisy noisy noisy. My favorite kid from the archery club was in that class and Nemoto-sensei had told me the class was “cheerful.” Boy was that an understatement. My predecessor had told me that the sports boys were usually stoic, except the baseball team, who will flirt with anyone and anything. This class was a lot of baseball players, if it's any indication of what's to come.
I’ve decided you can judge the flirtatiousness and boisterousness of a classroom based on the hairstyles of the boys. The more ikemen haircuts the more likely you are to get nothing done.
We played my game and the shit busted apart. Kids were screaming at each other and one boy, after having to answer a question in English, insisted that he needed to go to the bathroom instead of answering the question. When the game was over, one of the boys started chanting, “Game more one!!” I didn’t care that the English wasn’t correct, I just was happy he was speaking English!
Then the teacher says, “No, we’re going to have our quiz,” and I’m not kidding, one kid goes, “EeeeEEEeee??” and then two, and then before we know it, all 40 of them are going, “eeEEEEeeeE??” in a loop for literally 30+ seconds until the teacher caved and asked if I had another game. I didn’t feel like thinking anything up, so I told them I’d do another special one next time just for them. Then the boy from archery club raised his hand and asked if we could do a question session. Of course, I knew that was trouble, seeing as once the teacher consented (so much for the quiz??) they started chanting for the boy who’d gone to the bathroom. Clearly I was in for trouble. When he returned, the room erupted and everyone was prodding him to say something. The first question was about Japanese food, then the next questions were about boyfriends and it steadily got worse and worse, but I’m proud to say I was prepared. THIS is the classroom everyone warns you about, so I was READY for them (bear in mind, there's no way to win in this situation unless you break all the rules).
Bathroom boy: "Will you go fishing with me?"
Me: "When?"
Bathroom boy: "I love fishing."
Me: "...oh yeah?"
Ikemen boy 1: *thoughtful pause* “Tell me about your first love.”
Me: “Okay. I was fourteen. It was summer time. Johnny Depp was my boyfriend.”
The students didn’t really get it, but they weren’t fazed...
Ikemen boy 2: “Do you have a boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?”
The class erupted in laughter. The teacher did nothing.
Me: “…Do you have money?”
Class EXPLODES in laughter.
Ikemen boy 1: “I have money!”
Bathroom boy: “In this class, which boys do you like the best?”
Me: “I like the boys that speak English a lot.”
Bathroom boy: “KIMURA! CHANCE! チヤンスがあるんだ！”
Kids prod Kimura to ask a question.
Kimura, at a loss for a question, gives a statement: “I want you.”
Me: *strikes disapproving pose like I’m about to end the game*…do YOU have money?”
Kimura: “No I do not :( :( “
Me: “Good luck then.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I have money!!”
Me: “Then, we can talk after class!”
Ikemen boy 1: “What is your dream proposal?”
Me: “Hm…difficult. My dream proposal...probably...inside a giant robot.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I don’t…I can’t…”
Me: “That’s too bad.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I can do this: We can go to suchinsuch restaurant. It has a good view. I will bring my money. I love you.”
Me: “Will there be robots?”
Ikemen boy 1: “um…”
Me: “No...Any other questions?”
Bathroom boy: “Will you write…er…*asks sensei*”
Nemoto-sensei: “He wants you to compete with him at drawing a crab.” *classroom is quiet*
Me: “…*rolls head in best fighting pose, in gangster voice* CHAAAALLENGE??
*bathroom boy comes to the blackboard, we both grab chalk…and the sneaky bastard starts writing crab in kanji. I shoot him a dirty look, and write crab in English and underline it.*
Bathroom boy: “Ok, ok, real, ok.”
Me: “ok.”
*We begin to draw and he draws something that looks like the Cheat from Strongbad Email and I draw the cutest crab I can muster…then I draw a giant dinosaur eating his crab and the class goes crazy. He starts to draw on my crab and I wipe the board smugly with my hand*
Bathroom boy: “;_; You. Winner.”
Eventually we did a lesson in the last 10 minutes lol BEST. CLASS. EVER.
Most of my classes today were very subdued and their English was poor, but I came into Class 2-4 and they were noisy noisy noisy. My favorite kid from the archery club was in that class and Nemoto-sensei had told me the class was “cheerful.” Boy was that an understatement. My predecessor had told me that the sports boys were usually stoic, except the baseball team, who will flirt with anyone and anything. This class was a lot of baseball players, if it's any indication of what's to come.
I’ve decided you can judge the flirtatiousness and boisterousness of a classroom based on the hairstyles of the boys. The more ikemen haircuts the more likely you are to get nothing done.
We played my game and the shit busted apart. Kids were screaming at each other and one boy, after having to answer a question in English, insisted that he needed to go to the bathroom instead of answering the question. When the game was over, one of the boys started chanting, “Game more one!!” I didn’t care that the English wasn’t correct, I just was happy he was speaking English!
Then the teacher says, “No, we’re going to have our quiz,” and I’m not kidding, one kid goes, “EeeeEEEeee??” and then two, and then before we know it, all 40 of them are going, “eeEEEEeeeE??” in a loop for literally 30+ seconds until the teacher caved and asked if I had another game. I didn’t feel like thinking anything up, so I told them I’d do another special one next time just for them. Then the boy from archery club raised his hand and asked if we could do a question session. Of course, I knew that was trouble, seeing as once the teacher consented (so much for the quiz??) they started chanting for the boy who’d gone to the bathroom. Clearly I was in for trouble. When he returned, the room erupted and everyone was prodding him to say something. The first question was about Japanese food, then the next questions were about boyfriends and it steadily got worse and worse, but I’m proud to say I was prepared. THIS is the classroom everyone warns you about, so I was READY for them (bear in mind, there's no way to win in this situation unless you break all the rules).
Bathroom boy: "Will you go fishing with me?"
Me: "When?"
Bathroom boy: "I love fishing."
Me: "...oh yeah?"
Ikemen boy 1: *thoughtful pause* “Tell me about your first love.”
Me: “Okay. I was fourteen. It was summer time. Johnny Depp was my boyfriend.”
The students didn’t really get it, but they weren’t fazed...
Ikemen boy 2: “Do you have a boyfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?”
The class erupted in laughter. The teacher did nothing.
Me: “…Do you have money?”
Class EXPLODES in laughter.
Ikemen boy 1: “I have money!”
Bathroom boy: “In this class, which boys do you like the best?”
Me: “I like the boys that speak English a lot.”
Bathroom boy: “KIMURA! CHANCE! チヤンスがあるんだ！”
Kids prod Kimura to ask a question.
Kimura, at a loss for a question, gives a statement: “I want you.”
Me: *strikes disapproving pose like I’m about to end the game*…do YOU have money?”
Kimura: “No I do not :( :( “
Me: “Good luck then.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I have money!!”
Me: “Then, we can talk after class!”
Ikemen boy 1: “What is your dream proposal?”
Me: “Hm…difficult. My dream proposal...probably...inside a giant robot.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I don’t…I can’t…”
Me: “That’s too bad.”
Ikemen boy 1: “I can do this: We can go to suchinsuch restaurant. It has a good view. I will bring my money. I love you.”
Me: “Will there be robots?”
Ikemen boy 1: “um…”
Me: “No...Any other questions?”
Bathroom boy: “Will you write…er…*asks sensei*”
Nemoto-sensei: “He wants you to compete with him at drawing a crab.” *classroom is quiet*
Me: “…*rolls head in best fighting pose, in gangster voice* CHAAAALLENGE??
*bathroom boy comes to the blackboard, we both grab chalk…and the sneaky bastard starts writing crab in kanji. I shoot him a dirty look, and write crab in English and underline it.*
Bathroom boy: “Ok, ok, real, ok.”
Me: “ok.”
*We begin to draw and he draws something that looks like the Cheat from Strongbad Email and I draw the cutest crab I can muster…then I draw a giant dinosaur eating his crab and the class goes crazy. He starts to draw on my crab and I wipe the board smugly with my hand*
Bathroom boy: “;_; You. Winner.”
Eventually we did a lesson in the last 10 minutes lol BEST. CLASS. EVER.