Boys Will Be Boys

Next week marks the start of final exams for the second trimester at my school. Don’t ask me why, because there’s still an entire month to go until the trimester actually ends. This means that most of my lessons this week are cancelled in an effort to finish the boring grammar points in the book that were skipped over when the kids were ‘having fun’ with me.

I have been keeping myself busy by teaching at my local kindergartens, and replying to my junior high school student’s notebooks. I gave my each of my 3rd grade students a notebook, in which they are supposed to write to me as often as they like, and then I reply back. Usually the entries follow among the same lines, concerned with studies and crucial high school entrance exams. However, sometimes they can be quite interesting indeed.

This is an excerpt from one of my students who visited Australia last year.

“When I went to Australia, I saw all Australian boy is good. They have tall nose, bule eyes, blonde hair and very tall! There aren’t boys like Australian boys in Japan.

When I was sitting, he bring juice to me. When I rode a car and get off a car, he open the door for me. When I was walking, he moved on road side. I was in princess mood. I want Japanese boys to learn after the example of Australian boys.”

Could it have been possible that she went back in time and met me as a 14 year old?