I continue to encounter intriguing mysteries. I forgot to mention yesterday that two students came up and talked to me briefly, during which conversation one of them said, "Kao [face] very short." I blinked, at first trying to pick meaning out of a sentence that shifted languages halfway through, then not knowing quite how to respond. It wasn't until the second student added "Pretty" that I figured out she was trying to compliment me.
A woman came into the faculty room today with a case of something. I couldn't see exactly what it was, but it appeared to be vaguely conical containers in bright colors, and I caught sight of a picture of a fruit. They looked vaguely like yogurt cups, and maybe they were, or possibly single-serving ice cream cups, though no brand that I recognized. She set the case on the floor, and various teachers came up and bought things from her, and then she left. This struck me as quite bizarre.
One of the student classrooms has a huge pink banner with "BUFFERIN" written across it in bold letters. I haven't the foggiest.
There are three amusing notices posted on the wall above the computers in the computer room:
Anyway, today went all right. I met the second-year students for the first time. We started with some self-introduction activities, and then tried to work into warming up for the upcoming lesson in the textbook about sports...but the latter part didn't go over so well. I would say that maybe it's because it's an all-girl school, yet a lot of the girls are in sports clubs themselves, so I don't really know why, but it was like pulling teeth to get them to talk about sports. We tried mentioning the Olympics, but although several girls immediately said they didn't watch any of it, few could come up with anything they considered interesting to watch. Oh, well.
Sixth period, though, was just about the must frustrating class I've ever had. It was a class of about 23 second-year students, and their assignment was to listen to a recording and fill in the blanks in their textbook with what they heard. Okay, I admit, not the most exciting activity, but still. Only six girls actually did the work. The rest either stared blankly at the textbook or did homework from other classes. Then the teacher (the one who won't call on students himself) asked me to call on students for the answers. I walked up and down the rows, noting that--of the ones who had their textbooks--most were blank. I told my team teacher repeatedly, "They don't have the answers," but all he did was keep insisting that I call on the students. Thus I had to either call on the same six students over and over, or painstakingly attempt to coax a hint of an answer out of students who at least had the textbook turned to the right page. There was no sign on the part of the students that they were in any way sorry for not doing the assignment, nor was there any sign from my team teacher that he cared that so many students had ignored the activity. I got the impression he probably would have been satisfied with just calling on the same six students for all the answers and letting the rest nap.
And now I'm definitely ready to veg out on my couch for a while.