Today I had my first paper airplane class… and it went well. All during the day all the teachers kept commenting that I sounded terrible, and I certainly felt it. My head is still congested and my ears feel like they need to pop. I ended up going home around 2 o’clock. I’m not sure if I took sick leave or not – probably Mr. Hayashi will only sign me up for sick leave if somebody asks. Sneaky.
The class went really well. The designs were well done and creative. One had a big flap in the front that made it look like some kind of spaceship, and it flew the farthest, but was not very accurate. We did round one were the class just threw for distance, and the best five threw for accuracy. The winning two students threw down the long, long hallway. I didn’t measure out the winner, but it went farther than either of my planes when I practiced earlier.
Everyone got a kick out of the lesson, but it ran a little short. Mr. Hayashi and Mr. Kimura used some of the extra time to tell them about their final English grades. Tomorrow I’m going to try to spend more time on explaining and less time on goofing off. My voice was cracking today, and I’m nursing my throat back to health right now. Now I know what singers feel like when they lose their voice – 50 minutes of projecting your voice across forty people can be tough on a sore throat.
