Musings of a Drunken Monk: Individual Entry Archive

Yesterday I had one of my few Justin-only lessons to teach. The teacher that is usually the head teacher for the class (after all, we in JET are classified technically as Assistant Language Teachers) had something to do, so it was me teaching the finer points of giving directions.

I was expecting to be eaten alive. In terms of my lack of Japanese ability being a hinderance, I was dead on. In terms of their expected behavior, I was thankfully wrong. Oddly, several of the students even volunteered significantly more than when the main teacher is around. This is an incredible boon in high school, where the coolest thing to do in English class is to sleep, say "I don't get English," or the equivalent of "I don't give a shit."