Class from hell!
Rather than making a new thread I thought I'd just stick this in here ...
I had the Class From Hell today. I cringe whenever they show up on my schedule. You know, if they were all bastards, then I wouldn't mind. Except that the front row really listens and pays attention. Or tries to over the noise. What makes it a personal hell for me is Satori-chan is in the class. 悟ちゃん。Miss Enlightenment. The one who, when I explained that English letters have sounds and that's how you read, nodded thoughtfully with a 'so that's how' expression. She is also of non-Japanese descent (won't say what, but not white).
So today we had super acting up. Kids ganging up on one kid and hitting him till he cries, which just makes them laugh and point even more. Teacher doesn't see as she is busy running around taking pictures of her chaotic class. I hold up weather cards and ask the kids to repeat.
Me: Sunny!
First Row: ...sunny?...
Second Row and beyond: (silence)
Four or five hyperactive boys: CHINCHIN!
Me: Rainy!
First Row: Rainy.
Second Row et all: (silence)
Hyperkids: PENIS!! (pronounced in Japanese, peh-niss)
Me: Snowy!
First Row: Snowy!
Second Row et al: (silence)
Hyperkids: OPPAI! CHINPO! HARD GAY! PENIS PENIS PENIIIIIS!
By this point the Hyperkids are just screaming it. Teacher stares at me like Homer watching TV (or a pet gaijin in this case, perhaps). This time, instead of doing anything (like last time when I screamed at them like the little shits they were, which produced silence and respect for about 15 whole minutes), I think, 'Fuck this. It's not my job to discipline the kids. It's yours.' So I kept on teaching with my normal level of voice volume, my normal explanations of English words and why sentences are the way they are, and waited until class was over. The teacher did forcibly drag one kid out of the room (forcibly, in that the kid was hanging on to the wall to avoid being taken out into the hall, and by the way as a JET I am NOT supposed to be alone with the kids. If the class is orderly then I actually prefer it, and don't care when it happens, but not with this bunch).
Then I had to eat lunch with them. Goddammit. So now the kids were climbing over me, attempting to go through my pockets, with The Hellion (my name for the most active of the brats) being the worst, as always. During my entire lunch he would ask me if I knew how to say penis in Japanese, pointed to his crotch and asked if I knew what this was (I said yes I did, 'small'), etc. After finishing the food (which was pretty good), I went to the board and did my favourite activity, writing traditional characters and seeing if anyone could read it. The Hellion wrote ひ on the board, extended the flaps on both sides to make balls, and wrote an X in the lower left portion of the curve to make a hole. Teacher sees everything, does nothing.
God I hate that class. Except for the first row kids. I wish I could save them.
Note: With the exception of The Class From Hell, today was a very good day. It kicked much ass.
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