The show itself was really nice. There was an orchestra performance, a dance by the school baton twirling club, and speeches from all kinds of people. Any teachers, past or present, who attended the event were asked to stand and bow to the audience one by one, with the image broadcast on a big screen for everyone to see. They played two short movies about the history of the school and about Morijo's final year--both of which were included on a DVD handed out to everyone who came.
Guests also received a booklet with a photographic history of the school, a listing of every faculty member ever, and a glass cube with the school logo etched on it. It was quite the package.
The finale was a quartet that has apparently been together for over fifty years. They were REALLY good. They sang songs both in Japanese and English...and even one in which they were all frogs. That one was fun. ^_^
An hour program of the event is scheduled to be broadcast on the Biwako Network sometime later this month.
During the event, one of the teachers asked me if I was going to the drinking party afterward. I said I hadn't heard about it, to which she replied that it probably wasn't too late for me to go if I would pay my share of the bill. After the event let out, the teachers all stood around talking with graduates and former faculty. I had no idea where or when the drinking party was supposed to be, so I sat around reading my memorial booklet and looking at the view of Lake Biwa while I waited. Finally, a group of the teachers headed toward the door.
I started to follow, when I was stopped by a couple of graduates. They introduced themselves as members of the very first English major class (about twenty years ago, I believe). They chatted with me briefly, then asked if I was going to the drinking party with the other teachers. I said I didn't know where it was, so they ran to ask someone. The reply I got: "We're going out drinking, but you can go home."
So, I headed back toward the station. Conveniently, the Otsu branch of Kinokuniya was on the way, so I dropped in and bought every comic or novel that caught my eye...even a couple I'm sure I'll regret later. (For example...the latest Nanji novel...) Withdrawal is a scary thing.