Filed under: Daily life, stupidity | Tags: catastophic English teaching, Joe Cornish
..that it’s conceptually absurd, but I am willing to give “Britain’s got talent” some small props because the dance group that won put on an impressive display
I am quite happy to have missed the whole Susan Boyle thing however, talented though she may be.
Anyway. People I work with.
They’re mostly both excellent and nice in no particular order, however, occasionally one little monkey does get caught in the works. Enter the young fresh-faced Mr. K., a young hip dude in his early twenties.
Mr. K. and I have been working together for the better part of 3 months now, and I’ve come to the conclusion that we can never ever be friends, because he is the worst kind of person. He is not mean spirited, spiteful, pessimistic or angry, to level any of these criticisms against him would be unfair. He is the very picture of a cheerful, positive and unassuming and polite gentlemen. He has a love for his job and an enthusiasm that I have yet to encounter in any other teachers to date. And it’s really all this that makes him so dreadfully irritating. What’s worse, is that makes everyone around him (read: me) feel terrible for having such a distaste for the man.
It’s not that I don’t WANT the teachers to be bold and try new innovative teaching methods in the class room or improve themselves as best they can, it’s just that I’d rather not be a party to the inevitable train wreck that accompanies trying radical new free form pedagogical ideas. I assume most teachers go through a period of trying outrageous new things to overcome obstacles students face when acquiring another language, but most people tend to have a general notion of what may fly in the classroom and what won’t.
In the three months since Mr. K came to the school in question, he has managed to make himself the most disliked teacher in the school, here are a few of the reasons why:
He has your Dad’s sense of humor:
He truly does, he has the sense of humor of someone 30-40 years above his own age. When one is cursed with such an affliction, it’s very important to realise you’re being laughed at rather than with. He unfortunately doesn’t.
Singing and music:
Ah yes, my old enemy the song. Whilst I understand there are certain merits to be gained from listening to songs in a foreign language, manufactured songs in which the only lyric is “How are you?” is unlikely to go down a storm with 12 – 15 year olds. Even if one did have a great song idea, what are the students going to do? Sing their way through the entire fucking language? The sound of music this is not.
Foreign Language introductions:
Ugh… this makes me nauseous just thinking about it. The unphased Mr. K. has some kind of odd notion that he should teach every language in the world. So, frequently lessons start with him getting me to make a skit with him on video, doing some greetings in Spanish or Nepalese or something absurd. The students never understand what the hell we’re doing, I feel like a dick for looking like I’m supporting what is clearly a moronic idea and the whole thing flops.
Picking the wrong fight:
The girl with learning difficulties who doesn’t know the answer to the question is not the one you want to be yelling at or even worse, simply waiting in silence until she produces an answer. These are what we in the trade call bad ideas.
Stop negotiating with the terrorists:
In a game which involved winning and losing via points, it is always key to remember not to render the whole activity moot by giving in when one of the rowdy children complains that they lost and giving everyone the same points.
Stop that racket:
Playing random music in class is not the worst idea in the world. However, playing it during a speaking activity makes everything nigh impossible to hear, one would have thought that obvious.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you:
Realising you have lost your credibility, it is of course possible to leech a little off the assistant (yours truly). However, if you want to garner the support of said cred holder, then it is important not to demean them in Japanese in front of the students for what are apparently previously unheard of infractions such as whistling to a tune being played, addressing students in a common manner and trying to enforce the rules of a game.
Stop walking like that!:
Fix your irritating gait!
That’s more or less all I have to say on the matter. Nice chap, shame we’ll never be anything more than a weird charade of co-operation
Here’s Joe Cornish’s excellent Quantum of Solace theme:
Thanksloveyoubye
I had a whole giant tub of blueberry yoghurt in the fridge! In your face world!
(You try going from being married to bachelor life again for a prolonged period, you’ll learn to take pleasure in bonus food you were unaware you had).
…would be a terrible film.
So I’ve been spending Wednesday evenings and weekends at the in-laws in order to visit my wife and child (both are fine and dandy), it’s really quite amazing how a new born limits ones ability to do stuff, we literally just hang around and take care of the baby. In his pre-seeing things state he more or less drinks milk, sleeps and cries, that’s about it. Apparently once their eyes gain the gift of sight the crying dies down slightly as they have a whole bunch of extra stimuli to occupy them. Makes sense really.
When one has a newborn, one quickly amasses a list of irritating things. I assume this is natural, either that or I’m an insane irritable old man.
- Relatives: These are people who come round when the baby is sleeping, coo over it a bit and then poke it a while saying things like “Go on, show me your eyes!” which then wakes said baby, baby cries, relative comments on how healthy it sounds and then leaves. You people can go fuck yourself directly in the eyes. Both of them. I hate you. Forever.
- Stupid baby care activities at absurd moments: Why? Why? Just tell me why dammit? Why on earth would you decide to try and clean the babies nose with a cotton bud (Q-tip for some of you I believe) when it is literally about to fall into slumber? It makes no sense! Crying was surely inevitable!
- Money: People in Japan give it. I appreciate it, but I’m awkward about accepting it. What makes it more awkward is having to give half back in present form. How about just giving half to begin with. Also I dislike getting money from people I don’t really like or associate with, not that there are many of those thankfully.
I’m sure there are more. But I’m tired once more and have less than a week to the JLPT at this point so I’ll be on my merry way.
Oh, and Son of Rambow was a highly enjoyable movie starring none other than the excellent Adam Buxton (in a small cameo part albeit) or Adam and Joe fame. Listen to their BBC 6 Music podcast, it’s genius.
Thanksloveyoubye!
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I should have made this post sooner.
So yes, I am a father, my son is born, he is called Raiki (來騎), his middle name is to be Anthony (of course after Tony Stark) although I’m not sure if I’ll register it in Japan, I will have to clarify the situation but I’d really rather he not have a double barreled first name. He is beautiful and I’m very proud to be a father. A whole lot of folk say he looks like me, I call bullshit and always have on this kind of thing on the grounds that in his baby state he, like all babies, looks like a monkey. It’s no bad thing.

The response and support from so many people has been wonderful, I was moved to hear from so many people. The birth ended up being by C-section, which was a nerve wrecking yet convenient affair as it was over with in an 45 minutes and we knew exactly when it was to be, so there were no 3 AM wake up calls followed by a cross country night time dash only to wait 12 hours to see the little beggar, for which I am grateful.
I had a number of things to say about the birth, but frankly with the emotional ups and downs of the week combined with the pressure of work and the upcoming Japanese exam I find I’m forgetting a lot of stuff. A weird thing I’ve noticed with the birth of my kid is that it has bought me super kudos with girl students. I am suddenly the sheriff of cooltown, especially as the girls coo over asian/white babies (a fad fueled by the popularity of the Japanese/German hybrid singer/actor Eiji Wentz (below)

A somewhat fuller gallery of pics of Raiki can seen here.
Other news: None really. This has been somewhat dominant of all my affairs in the past week. A few people have asked me why I never posted my babies birth on facebook. First to underline my dislike of facebook and second I really do not want to have to reply to a million congratumulation messages from people I barely know, of course the real friends read Gazblog.
Anyway, it’s late, I’m tired and I feel like I have wasted a large portion of my evening watching about half of the Lion the witch and the wardrobe, which proved to be just as pants as I thought it would be, so I at least get some vindication into the bargain.
Just busy. Itemized list to follow:
Baby situation: We’re looking good, baby and mother are healthy, due date set provisionally for Wednesday June 10th.
Work situation: I’m working with a gentleman who is “nice” in the sense that I’m quite sure he doesn’t mean to be the tremendous ass-clown that he so frequently is. I will probably write an essay on him one day in the near future.
Home situation: Mayumi has taken her pregnant self back to her hometown to have the baby. This is traditional and makes more sense than one could possibly have thought. Thus meaning that the previously taken care of housework and cooking is now down to yours truly. This wasn’t a problem when living like a hog was an option – it is noticably more of a burden when one has to perform duties and things.
Japanese situation: I‘m firing on all cylinders on the build up to the JLPT in one months time. This time I’m nervous as the possibility of a pass very much exists.
People leaving situation: The ALT’s change around soon, this year James is leaving which is very weird for as far as I know James and Japan have always existed together. I have only rumours and word of mouth that there was a Japan before me and James arrived 3 years ago in the soggy heat of Tokyo (a place I still don’t think so much of).
Videogames situation: Resistance 2 online is the dogs danglies.