If you want to see a Japanese school boy tripping his face off over speaking English to an American starlet (the little girl from “War of the Worlds”), look no further than http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfmHCBnT1aY
Repeat after me: “Excuse me, you have a booger on your shirt.”
I had solo classes today. I think all that teacher does (when she manages to make it to school) is yack with the kids in Japanese, which is really a waste. The classes have four or three students each, and with the right instruction they would totally excel. They are bright and want to learn; we did about five pages in each class today, with all English instruction, and they soaked it up. It took them a few minutes to latch on and get into the flow of listening, but they were doing great by the end. I decided that the textbook isn’t that bad as a starting point for the lesson. I just change everything around to make them use their brains. So yeah, with a month left to go I feel like I’m getting into the swing of things. If I were to stay another year I’d want my own classes. I heard a rumor that Michael M.’s English classes get the best scores in the prefecture, because he doesn’t have a Japanese person constantly spoon-feeding his students.
I also got to do Folkdance Fun with all of the elementary kids. During the 感想 (when students share their impression of the activity) they all said they want to do it every week during recess. I’ll have them contra dancing in no time! Cute video clips to come.
I had the strangest sensation today.
In the middle of class, allofasudden I (felt like I) was in Barnes & Noble. I could see the sections of the store, remember every little thing about it. I went into the Asheville store once over vacation, and it felt like time had looped itself back to that day with Minta. But it obviously hadn’t, so I laughed at myself. I shouldn’t have been laughing, so my laughing made me laugh a bit more.
This was bad, because I was in the middle of a “repeat after me” section of the textbook about Rachel Carson and DDT and the sad little momma birds with the too-soft eggs. It is the only chapter in the textbook that I actually care for, because it is about something real and it challenges the kids.
Everybody looked up at me, the teacher as well. I cleared my throat and continued.
So that was the funny thing today.