4 comments on my sanity Listening to: Burning Brides- Heart Full of Black
Mood: Grumpy
Liz: *plans to leave Japan for England the day after the school open day.*
School: By the way, we want you to do a science experiment for the grade one camp after the end of term even though you only teach science to grade three and barely know any of the grade one kids. Oh, and it's also only two weeks away. Good luck with coming up with something good. Surprise!
Liz: >_<;;
School: There will be a big party on Saturday the 8th of July to welcome all the new teachers.
Liz: *plans to go to an Utada Hikaru concert on Saturday the 15th July*
School: By the way, the party tomorrow is cancelled. We've moved it to the 15th. It's optional, but if you don't come you will be eviscerated with a rusty spoon. Oh and we'll remember that you didn't come and you will be picked on for all the shit jobs until the end of the year. Surprise!
Liz: >_<;;;;
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Edit: [Oh oh oh! How could I have forgotten! After so admirably demonstrating their complete lack of ability on the planning ahead front, it was announced to us in the staff meeting the other morning that we would have to have ordered everything we would need for the *next school year* by September the 30th. Yes, that is 6 months ahead of when they will be needed. Regardless of the fact that I haven't even seen a copy of the new science book, I don't even know if I will be staying on another year, and when it comes right down to it the bastards will probably change it all around two weeks before the new year starts anyway like they did this time round! So is there really any point in me ordering materials for grade I-don't-even-know-yet? No. There is not. Fuckers.]
I think I would be perfectly content to spend the rest of my life in a one-room apartment with nothing but my computer and an internet connection. And a cat, possibly called Boris. People suck. People in particular will not be named.
*** warning, abrupt u-turn in blog entry tone ahead ***
Last night I went for dinner with Momoko and her family in order to meet her dad (who works in Tokyo) so that he could say "Yoroshiku onegaishimasu" to me for when Momoko comes to stay. So we sat there and had dinner and he made me drink beer and it was all lovely.
Later I was trying to explain about the five-second rule to them in a weird japanglish kind of way, and it turns out that they have the same rule here, only it's only three seconds!
Three seconds! That's barely enough time to crawl about under the table looking for the lost biscuit!
July 10, 2006 at 8:28 p.m.