Some random musings:

There seems to be a disproportionate amount of gloomy Sundays and Wednesdays. Today was no exception. It wasn’t raining, but the sky and the landscape were a matching dull shade of blue-grey. Though this morning and the past few days have been beautiful. Sunday too, when I went to the Meiji Restoration Museum in the city. If any of you ever bother coming here, I’ll make sure to take you, as it’s not only very educational, but it combines two of my favourite things, Saigo Takamori and robots, into one amazing animatronic robot Saigo creation.

Nevertheless, most Wednesdays and Sundays are depressing. Sundays as they represent the end of the weekend and Wednesday just because it’s Wednesday. Coincidentally, it seems a great percentage of the gross kyushokus fall on Wednesdays too. Last week there was a cream stew which I couldn’t eat, although then there was a redemptive raisin cream sandwich spread. Today was another cream soup, but without any delicious alternatives. I made up for it by eating about 5 of those fruit jellies that come in individual packets shaped like coffee creamers. I ate them when all the other teachers were busy elsewhere.

Have I mentioned that I love my second year students? I’m a bit indifferent to the first years, with a lean towards liking them (because they’re so small and cute and have sword fights when they should be cleaning!), and I kind of dislike all the third years, but I absolutely adore the second years. Enough to contemplate staying a third year in order to see them graduate, although I highly doubt that that will happen. My desk is in the second year staff room, and I usually eat lunch with one of the second year classes. Today I didn’t, because when there’s gross food I like to eat in the main teachers’ room so I can eat what I want. As I was walking down the hallway, one of the second years dropped the giant Tupperware box that held forty sealed bags of three dinner rolls that he was carrying. All the dinner rolls fell out. This is not that noteworthy, and I wouldn’t even mention it if it wasn’t for the reaction from the kids around. They all seemed to burst into laughter. And not just a healthy chuckle, but tear-streaming, body-shaking, yelping, high-pitched laughter. One of my favourite kids, who I refer to internally as Fat Harry Potter (because he’s chubby and wears glasses!) and already has this incredible voice where it sounds like he’s always yelling, even when he isn’t, just lost it. His best friend, this tiny boy, Yamaguchi-kun, with his hairlip and squeaky cartoon voice, actually fell on the floor from laughing. From another kid dropping a box.