I haven’t written anything in at least a week, I think. I’ve been somewhat busy. I went through four days of orientation for my new job. The orientation wasn’t too boring, I made a handful of new friends at the company, and wound up having a great time drinking with all these new people. I did a good I Don’t Know If You Know This (hopefully it actually sees the light of day), played poker for the first time in years last night and even got in some cherry blossom viewing after that.
So now it’s spring break, all one week of it. I start teaching at my new schools on April 11th and they seem pretty decent. I’m gonna head down to the city I’ll be working in on Friday this week and pick up a bike for the thankfully just once a week bike ride I’ll be doing. My train ride is almost half the time of my old commute. I’ll do my best to enjoy these seven days of spring break and it’s onto a fresh start next week!
Leading a class
A kid gave me a virus
I’m closing in on the end at my current job. I’ve only got two working days left, Friday and Tuesday. Tomorrow (Friday) is the last day at the junior high that I work at. I’m super excited about being done with it. It’s the worst school I’ve ever worked at, mainly because the teachers are all so cold. The friendliest person I’ve known there is the handyman! A couple of the English teachers are great, but over the course of the three years I’ve been there, the teachers I really got on with have left, and their replacements have all been pretty terrible. They’re not mean. They just all seem to ignore me. The male gym teacher being the worst. This guy stonewalls me when I say “Hello.” I’ll be standing three feet in front of him, we’re making eye contact, and when I say “Good morning.”, the ass wipe just walks on by.
It’s not only me too. He never talked to the other foreign English teacher who worked at this school sometimes. He knows I speak Japanese; doesn’t matter. He’ll come into the restroom, piss next to me, and look at me while he does it. It’s creepy. But he never says a word.
So…I only have another 23 hours before I never have to go there again. The sad side of never having to go to this junior high again is that I don’t get to go to the awesome elementary schools that I’ve been going to for three years. I’m glad I can end my time in this city with one of the elementary schools that I love.
I’m gonna be working at all elementary schools come April in a city that’s even closer to my home. I’m switching employers, but I’m hoping that the switch will pay off and that I’ll be happier with these new schools. I’ll let you know in a couple weeks how it’s going.
Part of me definitely feels wasted. Not in the “Alex is drunk again” kind of way, but in the “I’m not being used efficiently at work” kind of way. Being an assistant English teacher in Japan comes with little to no responsibility, and that’s fine sometimes, but there is a severe problem with this junior high that I work at. They ask nothing of me, want none of my suggestions, and then every non-English teacher seems to despise me cause it looks like I never do any work.
I was scheduled to teach three lessons today, but due to the 3rd graders practicing their graduation ceremony (a month in advance!) and the 1st and 2nd graders have finals (a month before the semester’s over!) I was left with nothing to do. So I whip out the MacBook Air and start typing away on a blog post, tinkering with I Don’t Know If You Know This and looking for tax forms so that my government back in America can keep an eye on me no matter what country I live in or where I’m earning my living.
If anyone should happen to stroll by my desk and catch a glimpse of my monitor, they’d probably think I’m goofing off. It’s true, I’m not working, but when no one will give you any kind of work to do, it’s damn near impossible to sit here staring at my thumbs for three hours. Also, there’s no point in drafting lesson plans that’ll never get used either.
This doesn’t happen at the elementary schools I work at. For one, they don’t cancel classes like this. Two, they seem to value my input and welcome suggestions for lesson material. Three, they’re just always nice and don’t appear to have it in for me the way the dick gym teacher does here at the junior high. I’ve only got another 13 days or so at this school, so if I can just bare with it a little longer, I might make it out with my sanity intact.
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I had always assumed that my co-workers might be pilfering my instant coffee from the jar I leave on my desk, but now I’m sure that must be what was going on. Not directly from the coffee, but from my tissues. The woman at the desk across from me just reached across over to my desk and grabbed a tissue from the box that I bought myself and brought to work. Right in front of me. It’s not like I wouldn’t have given her one had she asked for it, but she didn’t ask. But I think the thing that bothers me the most is that she didn’t just nab a tissue from an unoccupied desk, it’s that she had the balls to steal one off my desk in front of me.