{"id":1115,"date":"2006-09-27T14:13:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-27T14:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=1115"},"modified":"2006-09-27T14:13:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-27T14:13:00","slug":"sports-day-and-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=1115","title":{"rendered":"Sports Day and Party"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was off to work today to participate in the school sports day.  It was my first sports day at my new school, and my first junior high school sports day.  I was eager to find out how it would be different from my old school.<\/p>\n<p>Mainly, it was pretty much the same.  There were races and relays, and a few kind of weird games to play as well.  I was surprised that there were actually dances, performed by different groups of students.  The baton club did a dance, and each school year&#8217;s boys and girls did some exercise routines.  In my high school sports days, it was just events &#8211; no dancing around. <\/p>\n<p>I really didn&#8217;t have anything to do, so I walked around and talked to various students, parents, and teachers.  Everyone was really nice, and as usual it was a good way to talk to students who are normally too shy.<\/p>\n<p>One thing I thought was interesting was that they did some of the exercises with the handicapped students.  They even built a makeshift frame that went around the wheelchair-bound student, and another student stood on top of the frame at one point while the other students paired up and stood on another student&#8217;s shoulders.  <\/p>\n<p>Even Habatan, the official mascot for the upcoming prefecture-wide sports festival, made an appearance.  It was the cheesiest Habatan costume I&#8217;d ever seen.  Maybe homemade.  Some of the P.E. teachers were goofing around in the costume, and they got a lot of laughs from the students.  <\/p>\n<p>We had a surprising amount of guests at the event.  The school was surrounded by cars, and people filled up the seats to watch the events.  Students from a local kindergarten came by to watch for a while, too.  They were really cute &#8211; even my students were fawning over them.<\/p>\n<p>I even got a chance to run in one of the events.  There was a teacher relay, and I ran only about 100 meters, and passed the baton on to Kawai sensei.  It was fun and easy, and the students were impressed.  They said I was the fastest teacher, but they must be mistaken &#8211; maybe it is just an illusion because I am tall &#8211; I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m not fast.  No teachers were injured, and we came in last place behind all the other students, so it was considered a success.<\/p>\n<p>The day ended with a victory for one of the first year student classes &#8211; a big embarrassment for the second and third year students.  There were lots of speeches before and after, and then we all pitched in to help clean up the grounds.  I helped put away chairs, we got everything done by 5:30 or so.<\/p>\n<p>At six o&#8217;clock the teachers boarded a bus for a post-event party in the nearby town of Ashiya.  It was at a Japanese traditional-style restaurant.  The food was pretty good, and they had a new fall seasonal menu that I really liked.  My favorite was your own bowl of nabe, with just a bit of parmesan cheese over the top.  The old-fashioned teachers were thumbing their nose at adding cheese, but I liked the flavor.  But, I love cheese no matter what it is in or on.<\/p>\n<p>I drank happily with my new co-workers, and talked with some people that I don&#8217;t normally get a chance to talk to.  It was fun, and they asked lots of questions about me and life in Japan.  I get the slightest sense or disappointment from the teachers that I&#8217;m not a totally green foreigner.  Part of it is that they want to see me experience things for the first time, and part of it might be that they enjoy the dependence I would have on them.  In my workday I rarely ask people questions because I&#8217;ve already been through most of this at my first school, and all that experience has paid off.  Maybe at this school they are used to people coming that don&#8217;t have a clue.<\/p>\n<p>We wrapped things up with closing comments, and a closing ceremony.  When you have a closing ceremony for a drinking party, you must be in Japan.  If there was an opening ceremony, then you&#8217;re gonna need a closing ceremony, no matter what condition the participants are in.  They finished the evening with everyone standing up and singing the school song.  They really belted it out, too, and I looked on with some bewilderment because I don&#8217;t know the words. I think most of my teachers didn&#8217;t really want to sing the school song, but since the principal and vice-principal were there, they had to go along with it.  Just my sense of the situation, though &#8211; I could be wrong!<\/p>\n<p>I got home around 10:30 in the evening, and Kuniko was still up trying to write a letter of recommendation for one of her students in English.  I helped her jazz it up a little bit, and then we hit the hay.  Spending all day out in the sun really wore me out.<\/p>\n<p>Pictures from the day <a href=\"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/log\/gallery2\/v\/hamawaki_sportsday\/\">here.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was off to work today to participate in the school sports day. It was my first sports day at my new school, and my first junior high school sports day. I was eager to find out how it would be different from my old school. Mainly, it was pretty much the same. 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