Apparenly I'm a cokehead and don't know it!

So, Holly ran into a not-friend from high school (hehe) at Starbucks a while ago and ended up having a what-I-bet was an awkward "catching up" conversation. The girl she was talking to was heading to the Peace Corps, to which Holly replied, wow, Jeff is teaching in Japan. And then the girl mentions my apparent DRUG PROBLEM?! Someone had told her group of friends that I am addicted to coke! Hahahahahahaha. WTF! I don't even drink coke the drink, let alone do coke the drug!

Hahaha, that is soooooooooo fucked up. Hmm, I wonder how many people know of this rumor! Very intriguing. But yeah, it's totally fucked-up and.....oh, shit, I forgot, there's a hooker laying in my bed with coke lines waiting for me on her naked body. Fuck! I'll finish this post later! SNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF!

Mou Hajimattazo

Mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it is getting hot!!!! It is slowly turning from the sneaky, why-am-I-sweaty? hot to the actual, fuck it’s hot, hot! Nooooooooo!

Yesterday I was like, “I thought it would be hot today, but it’s actually a nice day!” Then I went to a class 5th period and the classroom was like seven MILLION degrees for no reason! The kids were like all walking zombies, and NOTHING got done because it was so hot. Dude, why don’t we start summer vacation now? I sense nothing will get done in the next six weeks with this going on! Oh, for those who don’t know, Japanese schools don’t have air conditioning. But yeah, it was the most unproductive class ever, as about 1/3 of the students involuntarily fell asleep on their desks to forget their pain.

However, I don’t understand one thing…why the hell are half of the kids still wearing their sweatshirts?! They were complaining about the heat, so I told them to just take off their sweaters, and they all answerede that either they didn’t want to, or they didn’t have a t-shirt on underneath. Who would even want to wear a sweatshirt in June?! Then I thought they would learn their lesson and wear their t-shirts today…but they didn’t? Hmm. Clazy kids.

Anyway, it’s hot. This will be the theme of my blog for the next three months. Coming in five months: Fuck, It’s Cold.

Let’s Missing Work As Much As Possible!

Today is the first day of June, which happens to be a muy easy month for Jeffu! Woot! On Monday, all re-contracting JETs in the eastern half of Japan are meeting up in Tokyo for a 3-day recontracting conference. Well, not really 3 days, as it is like 2 hours on Monday and a couple hours on Wednesday, as well (with a full Tuesday). The best part is, the hotel, transportation and most of the food is paid for! Hell, yeah! Of course, I have all of my Tokyo eating planned already (Mexican food and pho, here we come!), but it should be fun in ways other than food (pshaw, as if that is possible!).

On the 16th, all Gunma JETs have an orientation in Maebashi that is only from 1:30-3, but gets us out of the whole day of work! Hell, yeah! It takes for bloody ever to get to Maebashi, plus walking to the kencho, plus eating lunch, plus sleeping in a bit…hello, that takes all day! Hehe.

Then me, Cindy, Ann, Sean, Tim, and Emily are all going to Korea from the 17th-20th! Shopping, eating and relaxing in store for us, oh fo sho.

On top of this, the 3nensei are doing their obligatory “We’re Japanese and must go to Osaka, Kyoto and Nara” trip, as well as 2nensei doing job shadowing. It’s like an early summer vacation, and I am NOT complaining!

Times when Jeff bites his lip and pretends nothing is funny

-So, I was playing Battleship with a 2nensei on Tuesday, who apparently missed the million times we played Battleship last year, as he had no idea what he was doing. He would hit my Battleship, then not write it down, then go to a whole different place on the board? Poor guy. Anyway, he also apparently didn’t feel like reading the people’s entire names, because EVERY TIME he would ask about Harry Potter, he would say, “Was Happy Potty __________?” Er, no, Happy Potty was not eating lunch.

-There is this (boring) activity in the textbook where I read the description of a pictured room in the textbook, then I read how the room appears now, and the kids have to draw what I say in the semi-blank picture. There were three balls, but it changes to two balls. While going over the answers, I had to repeatedly ask, “Where are the balls? How many balls are there? Are there three balls or two balls? Where ARE the balls? Are there any balls in the room?” Sadly, I was far too amused by this.

Moral of the story is: Jeff is more immature than his students.