I haven't talked about my new school yet because no one would believe it. I asked for the worst school they had and I got it. You might be thinking that the worst school in Japan equals the best school in America. To quote Charlie Murphy, "Wrong. WRONG!"
This school is beyond terrible. The kids run it like a zoo after the apocalypse controlled by the residents of the monkey cage. They leave class when they feel like. They come to school when they feel like. They don't wear their uniforms. They talk all during class. They bring their cell phones.
There is a rule that I can't speak Japanese at school. That lasted about 3 hours. There school has a long way to go until that's their problem.
Friday's total from English class: One bloody nose. One swollen leg. One big, crying baby. One missing tooth.
I am fortunate that another new English teacher, Inoue Sensei, is a former pro kick-boxer. We have both decided that we aren't putting up with this and for all of our introduction classes we brought gloves and leg pads and offered to fight any students who wanted a piece. Does that seem over the top? That's how we are going to do it. The story is longer and I will get to all of it at some point. This school is nuts.