There was an event last Friday for the new residents of Casa La Vita (the name of the apartment blocks where I live). Sometimes I wonder if that arrogant one who thinks he’s in charge now would be tolerable without that overbearing accent. I attended, intending to forego all other events. If it weren’t for his co-whatever his title is, L****, I would stay at home and clip my toenails. He accused me of trying to compete with his event because, caring so little I’d forgotten about it, I’d invited everyone (including him) to my place for a movie night.
“I know what you’re up to. Just like your ‘anti-contract signing’ party,” he said.
“You can’t help speaking past your mouth can you?” I responded, quoting Katrina.
Côte D’azure (karaoke place close to home) was the usual – all you can drink, everyone drunk. I didn’t go to the dinner before at the Don Dadda curry restaurant, though, which revealed my powers, since, as soon as that MOOGIN sent a group message saying we should walk there, there was lightening and thunder and the sky fell.
On my way to the bathroom at Côte D’azure…one of my students. I ended up in their den (room 18) where they were smoking and drinking like hoodlums (how I love hoodlums!). The group included one of my favourite students who almost swallowed his tongue and the cigarette he’d lit when, having returned to the room, he turned to see me judging him with a laser stare.
That they’ve started to pollute their bodies at such a young age! However, the real lesson is that teachers projecting an image of perfection is bullshit. If school is to help prepare young people for life, what they need to teach is: the harsh reality of mixing beer and hard liquor; that lying may make it easier to deal with bores and that there are consequences to one’s actions. On the surface, everyone is so perfect, but it’s legalistic – these students’ ability to pass for nerds in class was impressive.
Alcohol is the efficient way the Japanese have honest interactions anyway – they should start selling it at school in the drink machines. It occurs to me that it’s against the school rules for students to even go to karaoke! These guys are amazing and I will favour them whenever I can.
Well, I believe you’re up-to-date. My eyes are falling out – I was half-watching a movie I downloaded as I typed this message. I had a great vacation – just the right pacing (low/medium) and find comfort in having survived returning to work after summer vacation last year, which means perhaps I’m strong enough to do it again. I do not find comfort in, daily, seeing those self-enslaved fuckers.
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