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The Also Serve Who Only Sit and Wait

Mostly all I did was sit around today. There wasn’t much else for me to do.

During exams at the school where I work our main job, after writing the exams and recording the listening sections, is to sit and wait. We are not the exam proctors, but we are on call in case there are questions and/or crises.

During high school exams we at least get to sit at our desks and “do work” but during junior high exams our job is to occupy desks that are not ours and generally be loud and obnoxious.

Some of us, though, well, some of the others actually, do attempt to “do work”.

We sit in the tiny junior high teachers’ offices and wait to be called. Typically there aren’t that many questions, but that seems to alternate between years. In the past, we’ve discovered mistakes on exams that required us to enter the rooms and write the corrections on the blackboards.

The main hassle is the jhs teachers’ offices are tiny little rooms that remind me of the guard rooms at prisons. (In fact, the rooms overlook a large atrium that could be mistaken for a cell block, if you ignore that there are no bars or women in orange suits.)

Because the rooms are so small, even a quiet conversation between us becomes a disturbingly loud distraction to any poor teachers attempting to “do work”.

After that, we sorted our exams and I then spent the rest of the day sitting whilst I marked exams.

The Disaster You Find May Not Be Your Own

I think it was his first time and he was nervous. That made me nervous. Actually, I was already nervous and his nervousness didn’t help. Then he told me to sit down and I told him no way in hell and sat somewhere else. That made him more nervous which made me more nervous.

Because of the disaster a few years back, I still feel nervous whenever I have to do the listening part of the term exam.

Today I went to the sound booth and tried to pass the listening CD to the technician and there was this awkward moment where he refused to accept it and I refused to stop trying to pass it to him. It was a bit like one person bowing when the other tries to shake hands and then trying to shake hands when the other person bows.

Eventually he took the CD and gestured to the “captain’s chair” next to the stereo system and the big sound board. I questioned his sanity (under my breath, of course) and sat down as far away from the sound board as possible.

He seemed very tense, and since I don’t remember seeing him before, I guessed he hadn’t done it before and was hoping I knew what I was doing. The truth is, I did: stay the hell away from all possible disasters that can be blamed on me.

However, he was so tense that it made me even more nervous.

Eventually the listening played and, at one point, I was afraid he was going to stop it early, but he didn’t.

I then went back to my desk to wait for questions. Oddly, none came.

Phoning in the Last Day

He was asleep in the back which meant, so long as he appeared to be breathing, I let him sleep and carried on with class. Ten minutes into class he finally woke up and realized he was somewhere.

(Note: If he hadn’t been breathing, I would have contacted proper authorities rather than continuing with class.)

The last day of the term is, traditionally, whether I want to or not, a day for study and/or play. The students finish review lessons and, in theory, are supposed to make pairs and practice things out of the book, but in practice they end up playing various rock-paper-scissors games and a version of football with erasers.

Today my classes were mostly outside of their homerooms which means students didn’t have easy access to their stuff. Despite my suggestion to always bring something to study for when they’re done with they’re assignments, the students never bring anything to study except when it costs them points. (Long story.)

Because it was the last day if the term, and I’m ready to be done with classes and get into exams and summer vacation, I did the equivalent of phoning in a lesson even though I was present in the classroom. This meant I checked assignments and answered questions and mostly ignored what was going on so long as sports and/or violence weren’t involved.

Or singing. I don’t allow singing.

 

Wait? What? Really? Why? Since When?

They never believe me until it’s too late. Then they act as if it’s the first time they’ve ever heard it.

Part of the problem of not having a regular textbook for the second grade high school classes at the school where I work is that the students tend to not take the worksheets they get seriously. Although we emphasize that these sheets are, in fact, their textbook and that the final exam will consist of grammar and vocabulary from those sheets, many students act as if there is no exam and that there are no consequences for their not keeping the worksheets.

That changes this week.

Today I had several students react with surprise that they were supposed to have kept the worksheets. I pointed out the rules–which, oddly, they had kept–and they continued to act surprised. They then asked me for another copy of the worksheet and I pointed out the line in the rules that says they only get one copy.

Every now and then one of them gets angry and 1) acts as if this all this is my fault–which, technically, as their teacher it is; and 2) acts as if I care–which I don’t.

I do offer some advice: make a copy of a worksheet filled in by one of your classmates. Just make sure you pick a classmate who’s smarter than you.

Attracting Unwanted Attention on Camera

A bunch of people not in my class watched a student strip while I pointed a camera at him. Then I had to make him do it again. I also got to see student get on his hands and knees and bark like a dog.

Today I think we all finished the commercials in our high school second year classes which means we now have to watch all the videos again and assign marks. This year some of my students put some extra effort into the project and I got to see a fight and listen to a song.

In the latter, they students did an infomercial–complete with a theme song–for a necklace that lets you speak to animals. As a demonstration one student pretended to be a dog.

They are going to get a good score.

In another class their invention was telepathy glasses that let you read minds. You not only can win at rock paper scissors but you can “see” what a person is wearing between her, er, his clothes. (Because that’s totally a thing you want telepathy for.)

As a demonstration, one student guessed what another student was wearing and the student took off his shirt to prove he was, in fact, wearing that. He then took off that shirt to show he had an orange t-shirt on.

Unfortunately for them they had to go again (because they used their script the first time). The second time, the guy only removed one shirt because I think he realized people were watching him the first time.

Won’t he be surprised, then, when that video makes an appearance on open campus day…

 

 

That Last Minute is Oh So Long

More than once in my career as a K-12 student, I witnessed the warping of time as the minute before the end-of-school bell stretched to an hour.

There are scientific reasons for this involving near-light speed, Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity, the gravity of large objects warping space time, physics and, yeah, well, look it up.

In my professional career this warping of space and time manifests as a lengthening of the month of June. This is partly because the Japanese government has seen fit to 1) have classes in June when God intended there to be no classes and 2) have no national holidays in June. This year the government even trolled us by creating a new national holiday–F@#king Mountain Day–in August.

The last week June, and therefore the term, seems especially long as there are complicating factors involving making exams, recording listening sections, editing listening sections, burning CDs, burning them again correctly, and proofreading exams. We are also dealing with stragglers hurrying to finish final projects.

Oddly, June has actually seemed to go pretty quickly this year. This means the coming week is going to last forever.

I Care Less Than You

As a rule, about a week before the end of the term at the school where I work, I give my students the details of the final exam. This often ends badly.

One of the quirky things we do for junior high school students is tell them what the long writing/essay will be and give them a chance to practice. This means we are giving them, for free, twenty to thirty percent of the exam.

Also as a rule, if students aren’t listening–i.e. several are speaking when I’m attempting to explain the exam–I stop explaining and wish them the best. This has resulted in students suddenly discovering the concept of “professionalism” and accusing me of not having it. I wished them luck again and erased the information on the board.

The problem is, as I’ve explained before, we (the foreign staff) teach a class that’s an elective that everyone has to take. Because it’s an elective, it has different rules than regular classes. For the past few years our classes have been a percentage of the regular English class mark, but that’s been a mixed blessing. This is a huge improvement over the old system, where we had a grade system where the lowest grade possible was a “C”.

On the one hand the new system makes us more legit than we used to be because we are part of their official English mark; on the other hand, we are still a class that, to the students, is not real English because we don’t give grades. On the third hand (no, really, count them) students, whatever they do or don’t do, are not going to fail. The worst that can happen is they don’t get automatic acceptance into the high school.

Some students worry though, and they’re the ones being punished by me wishing them good luck instead of explaining the exam.

 

Practice Makes Things Too Perfect

The good news was they were much improved; the bad news is they have to do it all again because it was even shorter than the first time.

It is a general rule of public speaking that, if you are given a minimum time to meet, you should make your speech at least 30 seconds longer than necessary, or perhaps even a minute longer. A speech that must be at least two minutes long should actually be at least two minutes and thirty seconds long, but preferably three minutes. I remember at least one occasion in school when I’d practiced a speech that came up too short. I tried to explain how it had been perfect at home and the teacher was like “Yeah, how about that? Too bad you’re not at home.” (Something like that.)

The problem is that, even if you’ve practiced at home and have the speech measured to the exact second, when you get in front of people adrenaline takes over and you speak a lot faster. Your two minute speech becomes barely a minute and a half and your teacher is glaring and you whilst removing several points from your final score.

In the case of today’s students, their first attempt at a TV commercial (long story) came in at one minute and twenty seconds and I sent them back for a rewrite.

Then, today, when they attempted their second chance they made the second mistake: they made the script longer but then practiced it so much they were much smoother but spoke too fast. Their new speech came in at barely seventy seconds. I suggested a couple ways to make it longer and sent them on their way.

Unfortunately for them, the record is four do-overs. In two of those, the presentation got shorter and shorter. This means I may be seeing these guys a lot in the next few days.

A Short Rest Found; A Short Rest Lost

I’d make them practice more, but it’s probably too late.

Today was a slow start thanks to a number of sports events that cancelled all the regular junior high classes at the school were I work. Some students were out doing sports while the non-athlestes were at school enjoying movies and other distractions that didn’t involve me.

It was a nice break and gave me a chance to do some planning and save a little energy for the rest of June.

For some unknown reason, tomorrow is a regular schedule and Wednesday was listed as a partial schedule to accommodate the rest of the sports tournaments. I was hoping that tomorrow would be a tournament as it would give me an entire day off. On Wednesday I would lose two classes but have one class in the afternoon.

However, it’s probably for the best that the tournament was on Wednesday as it saved me a lot of potential heart break.

It turns out that the teams at the school where I work did so badly they will not be going to the second day of the tournaments. Because of this, they will be having regular classes. Since I have to go in anyway on Wednesday, losing that rest won’t be that big of a deal. Losing and entire day off, though, would be depressing at this point in the school year.

As it stands now, I’ll be able to put the extra classes to good us. I’ll have the students practice sports a lot more to get ready for the October version of the tournaments.

It’s too late to do anything for them now, but they still have a few months to get better.

 

The Fine Art of Staying Awake

As we reach the middle of June, it’s traditional that the main part of my job is staying awake.

Because June is a busy time at the school where I work, I often schedule projects that require the students to do most of the work while I pace around pretending to be attentive or I sit and work on personal projects.

The problem with the former is I end up drifting off while walking and just end up pacing back and forth, which is a waste of time. The problem with the latter is that it’s easy to get relaxed which means it’s easy to drift off to sleep.

The other problem is that eventually I have to sit and listen to the final projects. This starts out well but, at a certain point, the bad English and occasionally low voices leads to me slowly drifting off. I don’t fall asleep, I just go elsewhere. This often leads to puzzled looks when I miss the ending, ask them the change parts when they’ve already done so, or fail to take any notes and just assign a score based on the mood I’m in at the time.

(Note: If I’m in a bad mood I take that as subconscious proof that the speech was terrible even if I wasn’t consciously listening.)

Today’s problem was a little different: I didn’t actually care and neither did the students. My JHS 3’s were finishing and performing game shows. They had last class to write and today to practice and perform.

The problem is, there wasn’t much practice.

One group peppered their “game show” with facts that surprised one of their members. This meant, of course, that they hadn’t actually practiced and/or he was talking with a friend the entire time. I was more interested in his reaction than to their performance.

At the end of the term they get their Speech Contest assignments as summer homework. This leads to us hearing the same basic speech again and again and again.

That means that at the end of September. I’ll be pretending to be interested whilst trying to stay awake.