Bird Chase
The sannensei at Higashi are quite possibly my favorite students up to this point. They have such an interesting mix of students, and are always both fun and attentive in class. For the most part, however, no students ever introduce themselves to me, so to keep them straight I have taken to giving them nicknames in my own mind, from the Crazy Penis Grabber, to Rat’s Nest and his pal 50 Cent, to Steven Junior… though he gave himself that one, and has embraced it thoroughly.
One sannensei class today went particularly well for the most part. The students were excited over the English games and participated willingly and laughed at my jokes. It went well for the most part… at one point I was walking around the classroom, asking the daily questions: what day is it today, what time is it, when is your birthday, that kind of thing. Suddenly, I felt a strange… tingling… on my ass cheek. I quickly reached back just in time to grab a student’s wrist while he was in the process of grabbing my ass. My guess is that the tingling was due to his slow and steady movement, ensuring he got a full handful of walrus butt cheek. Since I did not move quickly enough and only caught his wrist, what this did was make sure his hand was fully in the process of ass grabbing and remained for a full second… I came dangerously close to hitting the boy out of pure instinct. Why must they constantly violate me?
For one of the games, I give a prize to the first two students to win. These are the same $1 stuffed animals that CPG desperately wanted. I had a bag full of them, and after class, naturally, students gathered around wanting more. This class, though, was slightly more aggressive. They opened my bag and several students just grabbed an animal and ran like crazy. One student, however, grabbed the camera that happened to be in my bag, and began taking pictures of me chasing down the students to reclaim my prizes. Naturally, during these events I received no help from the teachers. Once the stealing began, I looked around for help and the teacher I was with had strangely disappeared… sigh…
After some running and more than a few threats of violence, I got my stuff back and headed off to the teacher’s room. While in the hallway, a bird just happened to fly by. I thought of this as natural, given that the hallways are open air with no windows… what do you expect might happen? The students, however, reacted different. Girls began screaming their heads of and started to dive to the floor. Bodies were flying everywhere when three enterprising students, dubbed the Ghetto Boys, decided to take the situation in hand.
The Ghetto Boys are a group of three sannensei boys, Rat’s Nest (due to the raggedy rat’s nest growing out of his chin), 50 Cent (simply because every day he asks me if I have heard of a new 50 Cent song. One might say he is obsessed), and Random Kid. Random Kid has no personality. He just tags along with the other two and never says anything, just occasionally laughing. I have never heard a word escape this kid’s lips, which is odd considering how extremely outgoing the other two are. Regardless, the three have an extreme love for American rap music. Due to the music, they’re very good at understanding English, despite not being the best students. However, their speaking ability leaves something to be desired, and when talking to me they use almost all Japanese, occasionally throwing in such terms as “Bitch,” “motherfucker,” and once today “fuck the police.”
Anyway, the Ghetto Boys' solution to the bird situation was to arm themselves with brooms and chase the poor thing. They swung their brooms in wide arcs, hitting no bird, but knocking into walls and the head of Steven Junior, who happened to be standing nearby. Chaos reigned supreme, with the girls on the ground, the boys laughing in the classrooms, and the Ghetto Boys running through the halls hitting everything but their target. As a teacher, I probably should have done something, but instead my reaction was to get my camera and document the insanity. Sadly, I was too slow and only caught a picture after the Ghetto Boys had chased the bird to the other end of the hallway and life was starting to return to normal (except for the red spot on Steven Junior’s head. I think he was actually hurting).
For your mental reference, though, I did get a picture of CPG, included below. This was shortly after he made a grab for my ass in the hallway, and was walking away satisfied with himself for coming close, calling me crazy for trying to stop him. Truly, who is the crazy one here?
One sannensei class today went particularly well for the most part. The students were excited over the English games and participated willingly and laughed at my jokes. It went well for the most part… at one point I was walking around the classroom, asking the daily questions: what day is it today, what time is it, when is your birthday, that kind of thing. Suddenly, I felt a strange… tingling… on my ass cheek. I quickly reached back just in time to grab a student’s wrist while he was in the process of grabbing my ass. My guess is that the tingling was due to his slow and steady movement, ensuring he got a full handful of walrus butt cheek. Since I did not move quickly enough and only caught his wrist, what this did was make sure his hand was fully in the process of ass grabbing and remained for a full second… I came dangerously close to hitting the boy out of pure instinct. Why must they constantly violate me?
For one of the games, I give a prize to the first two students to win. These are the same $1 stuffed animals that CPG desperately wanted. I had a bag full of them, and after class, naturally, students gathered around wanting more. This class, though, was slightly more aggressive. They opened my bag and several students just grabbed an animal and ran like crazy. One student, however, grabbed the camera that happened to be in my bag, and began taking pictures of me chasing down the students to reclaim my prizes. Naturally, during these events I received no help from the teachers. Once the stealing began, I looked around for help and the teacher I was with had strangely disappeared… sigh…
After some running and more than a few threats of violence, I got my stuff back and headed off to the teacher’s room. While in the hallway, a bird just happened to fly by. I thought of this as natural, given that the hallways are open air with no windows… what do you expect might happen? The students, however, reacted different. Girls began screaming their heads of and started to dive to the floor. Bodies were flying everywhere when three enterprising students, dubbed the Ghetto Boys, decided to take the situation in hand.
The Ghetto Boys are a group of three sannensei boys, Rat’s Nest (due to the raggedy rat’s nest growing out of his chin), 50 Cent (simply because every day he asks me if I have heard of a new 50 Cent song. One might say he is obsessed), and Random Kid. Random Kid has no personality. He just tags along with the other two and never says anything, just occasionally laughing. I have never heard a word escape this kid’s lips, which is odd considering how extremely outgoing the other two are. Regardless, the three have an extreme love for American rap music. Due to the music, they’re very good at understanding English, despite not being the best students. However, their speaking ability leaves something to be desired, and when talking to me they use almost all Japanese, occasionally throwing in such terms as “Bitch,” “motherfucker,” and once today “fuck the police.”
Anyway, the Ghetto Boys' solution to the bird situation was to arm themselves with brooms and chase the poor thing. They swung their brooms in wide arcs, hitting no bird, but knocking into walls and the head of Steven Junior, who happened to be standing nearby. Chaos reigned supreme, with the girls on the ground, the boys laughing in the classrooms, and the Ghetto Boys running through the halls hitting everything but their target. As a teacher, I probably should have done something, but instead my reaction was to get my camera and document the insanity. Sadly, I was too slow and only caught a picture after the Ghetto Boys had chased the bird to the other end of the hallway and life was starting to return to normal (except for the red spot on Steven Junior’s head. I think he was actually hurting).
For your mental reference, though, I did get a picture of CPG, included below. This was shortly after he made a grab for my ass in the hallway, and was walking away satisfied with himself for coming close, calling me crazy for trying to stop him. Truly, who is the crazy one here?
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