I'm beginning to lose my sense of humour. Today this kid threw a temper tantrum - kicking, screaming, grabbing, the whole nine - for the entire 45 minute class. Meanwhile four of the boys were playing tag in the hall, when they weren't too busy kanchoing one another. The whole gong-show didn't make for a very good fruit-absortion atmosphere: "Yeah, yeah, we all like apples. Now, let's kancho the spazzoid and see if his face'll turn purple." About when spazzer started throwing the karuta cards around the room, I decided the game was over, geared down into a rousing rendition of count-and-clap. "One-ni-three-yon..." Twenty minutes of counting to ten. I could hardly contain myself. Thank goodness the bell rang, at which point spazzer grabbed hold of my leg and, well... started humping it. "Sensei," I said, pointing. She came over and tried to get him off, but to no avail. I had to physically grab him by the scruff of the neck and peel him off. Another reason to learn Japanese: "Excuse me, spazzer, but if you don't stop humping me, I'm going to see you castrated." Now that would be something to laugh about.
Onegaishimasu
The Amazing Adventures of Jon and Nancy
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