Tales of Grossness

So, I learned something new last night.

When a nice young Japanese man shows you how to get on the absolute last train to take you home, it's apparently standard procedure for his friend to reach out and cup your right tit.

Golly, the culture here sure is fascinating!


My last kids' classes of the year went okay. My last group, which is the rowdiest, actually warmed my cold little heart. Favourite Student got so annoyed with his classmate's whining that he snagged the flashcards from me and started teaching the words to the bratty kid himself. I love that kid.

Don't fuck up in Japan

Seriously, don't. These are some of the things you will have to do for committing a grievous infraction, like being seven minutes late or teaching the wrong part of a lesson first:

1. Write apology letters. In triplicate.

2. Be brought in for an exquisitely torturous scolding.

3. Have to stuff packs of tissues with flyers.

4. Bow a lot, which might fuck up your neck.