I had four classes today. They all ran pretty smoothly, which is pretty common these days. I introduced myself to three classes, and had a second lesson with the fourth class. The fourth class was with Matsunaga sensei. She runs the class by the book. She always seems to have an idea of what she wants to do, but she only tells me a little bit about it before hand. I don’t mind, though – we get through the lesson easily enough.
I gave some leftover tacos to some teachers at my school. They couldn’t eat them at school for lunch, because they eat with the students and it would be horribly unfair to enjoy some delicious tacos right in front of the students. They said that they would bring them home and eat them for dinner. Hopefully they’ll remember that they are in the fridge.
At the end of the day I had my first class with Harada sensei. She is one of several Harada senseis at my school. She really tries hard at English, and so we often talk so that she can improve her English. She’s really nice, a little dizzy, but when it comes to English she puts a lot of effort into it.
Our class went really well. She had done a lot of preparation with the students for the class, and they were a little shy but I think they had a good time. At the end of class after most of the students had left, a girl student from another class came in and started giving Harada sensei a hard time. The girl was saying that Harada sensei probably couldn’t communicate with me at all – her English was probably really bad.
I could tell that Harada sensei was hurt by the comment, and I’m not sure why the girl said it, but I defended her in Japanese, telling the student that Harada sensei had lived in America for almost a year, and her English was really good. That shut the kid up, and after we left Harada sensei told me that that particular student always seems to give her a hard time.
I tried to cheer her up. Even though they are just 12 year old kids, the things they say can sometimes hurt your feelings. I think it helped a little bit, but she’s got to put a little less stock in what these kids say and have a little more confidence in her abilities.
The JR trains were delayed heavily on the way home, but strangely enough I got home earlier than usual. How? The trains were running about 55 minutes late, so the train that I caught was supposed to be at that station 55 minutes before. It didn’t matter to me – I got in and arrived at Okubo about five minutes earlier than normal. Did that make sense? I doubt it.
Kuniko is in the kitchen cooking up macaroni au gratin, so I’m looking forward to a delicious dinner tonight. I’m going to try to stay up a little later tonight – I’ve been going to bed kind of early lately, and I sleep straight through the night and wake up tired. Maybe I’m getting too much sleep lately?
