The students phoned it in and I pretty much only sent a message myself. That’s the best way to describe the last day of the term.

My Friday classes are all junior high school. Because the school where I work splits regular English and my class, the students perceive that my class doesn’t have a final mark which, int their minds, means they don’t have to study much. In fact our classes represent a percentage of their final English score, but the students realize that no one fails so they tend to worry about other classes. Granted, they don’t fail those either, but at least those get a final mark and are conducted in Japanese.

The highlights were a student asking what units where on the final exam. I reminded him that I’d told him all about that last class. He admitted he hadn’t written it down. I told him that wasn’t my problem. He then asked if there was a long writing. I told him that there was and that he was supposed to have written a practice draft the week before after I told him about the final exam. He admitted he no longer had the paper. I told him that wan’t my problem.

Luckily he didn’t ask anymore questions and I was able to focus on properly doing nothing.