The Part I left Out

In my cold riddled delirium, I left out an important element of my bad day story. In between the crying girl drama, this was happening: I have been playing a game with the kids all week. While I am setting up the game on the board I have them make up names for their teams-a tactic I recommend as it uses the time and they same to enjoy it-. One of the teams says that there team will be "Futori Japan." Sometimes I write the names they tell me in kanji, either as a joke-getting them intentionally wrong-or trying to write them correctly to show them that I am trying too. So, in Japanese there are two last names "Futori" One is 太。　　It can mean "fat or "big" or "thick." The other Futori is "肥”。　　I don't know what it means. I know I have a student named 太　so I wrote that one on the board. Yoshida-sensei, who looks like Mo from the three stooges and a frozen turkey had baby, and whom I like, got panicky and said "No..No!. That is something different but.....okay...uh...." All of the kids were laughing. They seemed to be having fun to me. After class, Yoshida-sensei got upset with me. "You wrote 太　on the board. It means fat. All of the kids were laughing. You were making fun of his name!" "Is there not a name ”太”？　”No." "Yes there is. I have a student named "太” "No. There is no one named that." "Yes there is." "NO! Absolutely not at this school." "I have 1,000 students and I know there is a 太。 Why is that bad." "Okay, maybe you think it is okay, but..." She fades out as we walk into class.