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kaitouHello all. I survived last night's drinking party with only a very small headache to show for it, so all is well. Japan once again did its darndest to try and give me a hangover, but I prevailed! I did joke that today would be the one day I'd be telling all my students to be quiet and speak softly instead of trying to whip them into a noisy frenzy which is my usual M.O.. Mostly it was your average drinking party, nothing special...but then everyone got all...Huggy.
The culprits were almost entirely from Futakawa elementary, and really I should know better. All the teachers from that school drink like fishes, except for the Principal who proudly declares that he, "drinks like a whale!" So I was innocently doing something...I don't really remember what...trying to get to my purse I think. And I was suddenly glomped by the principal. Then the principal decided to have a group hug with two other teachers and me. Then the 5/6th grade teacher got huffy because he wanted a hug too, but he was a "shy boy."
The next twenty minutes were basically spent with the principal on one arm, and the secretary shaking my hand and saying "It's all right. You are welcome!" Over and over and over once more. Blackmail cell phone pictures were taken. Then the night culminated with the supreintendant (not the same as the head of the BOE we had dinner with, Mom, if you're reading) proposing marriage. Just so you can picture it, he's in his 70's if he's a day.
We did do karaoke, and I did sing my Tom Jones song. All is well with the world.
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And in a completely unrelated note; unless it was spawned by the drunkenness, which I suppose would relate it somewhat. Just what are the "wages of sin" anyway? Are they any good? Does sin have a retirement plan? Health insurance? I mean, we all know that "Crime doesn't pay" but it's not quite the same as sin.
It's like that time in college I got a pamphlet from a religious fringe group that said all college students were part of Satan's Army of Darkness. It's not that I minded being drafted in particular, but the Army of Darkness has GOT to have better uniforms than jeans and a t-shirt. If I sell my soul I want a calf length black leather duster at LEAST.
Just a thought.
The culprits were almost entirely from Futakawa elementary, and really I should know better. All the teachers from that school drink like fishes, except for the Principal who proudly declares that he, "drinks like a whale!" So I was innocently doing something...I don't really remember what...trying to get to my purse I think. And I was suddenly glomped by the principal. Then the principal decided to have a group hug with two other teachers and me. Then the 5/6th grade teacher got huffy because he wanted a hug too, but he was a "shy boy."
The next twenty minutes were basically spent with the principal on one arm, and the secretary shaking my hand and saying "It's all right. You are welcome!" Over and over and over once more. Blackmail cell phone pictures were taken. Then the night culminated with the supreintendant (not the same as the head of the BOE we had dinner with, Mom, if you're reading) proposing marriage. Just so you can picture it, he's in his 70's if he's a day.
We did do karaoke, and I did sing my Tom Jones song. All is well with the world.
....
And in a completely unrelated note; unless it was spawned by the drunkenness, which I suppose would relate it somewhat. Just what are the "wages of sin" anyway? Are they any good? Does sin have a retirement plan? Health insurance? I mean, we all know that "Crime doesn't pay" but it's not quite the same as sin.
It's like that time in college I got a pamphlet from a religious fringe group that said all college students were part of Satan's Army of Darkness. It's not that I minded being drafted in particular, but the Army of Darkness has GOT to have better uniforms than jeans and a t-shirt. If I sell my soul I want a calf length black leather duster at LEAST.
Just a thought.
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Date: 2004-05-25 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-26 10:15 am (UTC)Heh.
As for your night of drunken debauchery, it just makes the Jet program sound even more appealing than before. ^_^ Japan, here I come... (if I pass the paperwork/interview process, that is).