Akubi

I survived!!!! And it actually went OK! you cannot believe the fierceness of prayer that was happening in the English room before grade 6's entered. Well it must have helped! That..and the fact that I introduced a new game which involved "killing" your peers (Parents, please do not worry I was not training your children to be psychopaths...). They loved it anyway and kept on going "one more time!!!". The lesson went ok, and the shy girl was a little less stupid this time round.
Then came the difficult one..my nemesis class....Grade 4. The song was awful again...no response...just me feeling like an utter idiot trying to sing " We wish you a merry Christmas". I then tried the new game on them too...they were all a bit more stupid, so explaining it took longer and was met by a few uncertain whines....(if my kids are this stupid by the age of 9/10 I am sending them to special classes). But once we got started they all loved it and also kept on asking for more. The lesson itself was alright...I dunno what's wrong with this class but it seems that they have realised the difference between boys and girls earlier than any other class. So there is this massive void between the girls (all huddled together giggling and acting like....girls), and then the boys on the other side (jumping about, beating each other up..and all that jazz).
It's highly annoying, because it means for any activity, they just split in to girl boy groups and don't join together.
Grade 2 was fine..of course...little ones are enthusiastic. I made up actions for the sentence "What do you like" and "I like......".It was ace, they could do it perfectly with the actions. the teacher was cracking up too, I think he must have felt a little stupid.

Then came the great part. I had to have another meeting with the teachers to discuss what will be taught for the next 2 weeks. "Unfortunatley" My "translator" (or lesson plan dominatrix), was ill. I was like "OH...I am sorry to hear that!!!!......^_^ ". I went in with my notebook of lesson plans, and aced that meeting. They were a little uncertain and nervous at first...I think they expected me to not know what I was doing..and to be lost without that translator woman. I told them what I would teach and do for the next 2 weeks and they were really impressed. They hadn't realised I'd already planned it, let alone what the topics would be. They didn't realise there was a BoE specification of what to teach. I also let it slip in that when the translator came in with her plans, I had to change my already existing plans. The teachers were really surprised, because they hadn't realised I knew what I was doing. I hope I have kind stuck a foot in that door, and showed them that I am perfectly capable of sorting out my lesson plans...we shall see!

Met up with Steve for a beloved honey milk latte at Tully's and had a good old chat. We then browsed around the shops for a bit and I fell in love with a purple jumper...which I wasn't allowed to try on...That's what I hate about japanese shops..there is always a chance that you can't try stuff on because they're paranoid about hair and make up getting on the clothes. So what you just buy it and hope??? It's not like we are all the same size! Not even japanese people are all the same! pffffffffffffffffff....although...I did see changing rooms in that shop...so maybe it was just cause I am white. Who knows.