So every day there is a secret kyushoku (school lunch) battle amongst all of the male teachers for seconds. I usually eat at a medium pace, but sometimes the servings are too damn small and I need some seconds up in hea! So, I participate in this race, much to the chagrin of my stomach. No one mentions it, but you can see it in their eyes that everyone wants that leftover soup, or whatever the item may be. I think I should get a free “I’m a tall gaijin and need more food than you!” coupon, but it's okay, as I am usually one of the winners, and have my trophy of soup to prove it, bitches!
There is a new art teacher who is nervous constantly. I don’t know if that’s how he is, or if he is just scared of the new job. Whenever he gets nervous (which is a lot), he picks at his underwear. It is rather disturbing, but amusing at the same time.
There is also a teacher here who seems really nice, though I have never talked to him, really. Having said that, he is the queeniest queen in Queensville! Good lord! He literally prances around the school. That’s the only way to describe it! Words can’t even give his queeniness justice, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. Did I mention he’s married and has a child? Hmmm.
If the school ever finds my blog I am so fucked.
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