I like school

I've calmed down since then, especially since I've had time to consider what the mighty Chris Morris would call "the scented rose in the bum-gut of Satan."

The students here are the perfect mix of cheeky and diligent. They make this school worthwhile, which is what it's all about. This school is also notable for one of my favourite teachers for miles; the lady with whom I taught the aforementioned Second Year lesson. This woman favours the more organic approach to language learning, which is reflected in her own formidable skills. She knows that circus tricks are expected and she knows how to get them whilst actually teaching the students how to communicate with each other.

...and, in the wake of my foaming tantrum, I remember that the third grade teacher I was complaining about is getting the students to practice the form of a test that they will actually sit. She's not wrong - the whole freakin' system's wrong.

The Tyranny of...me

Now, that wasn't very nice now, was it? This woman is after all, just doing her job. I think the reason that I have such problems with her is that she's quite young...

...that is not to say that she's doing her job badly - on the contrary, she is in fact executing her tasks with a ruthless dedication. I suspect that her age (the precedence of seniority being what it is over here) means that she has no choice but to perform her duties in an overly zealous manner...which would explain why the older ladies who've dealt with me before are more flexible - their age and status gives them that freedom.

Perhaps it's better for all concerned that I can't speak Japanese at all well. If I'd launched into a diatribe, there would still be the risk of having to deal with this woman again...and having worked behind the desk of a City Library for two and a half years, I don't want to be the unpleasant angry customer.