Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Inquiring Minds
Being accosted by a covey of giggling schoolgirls is nothing new for me and Christina. They just love gabbin' with gaijin, but today's inquisition took an unexpected turn.
I was looking out the hallway window before fourth period admiring Fuji and the other mountains, which were sublime in the clear cold air. Suddenly, I hear:
Girl #1: AHHHH! Bryan!
Me: (startled) Oh--hello!
Girl #2: Bryan! Bryan! Very... han-sum!
Girl #1: (points index finger in the air) Nun-bah one! Nun-bah one han-sum! (giggles wildly)
Me: Oh... uh, thanks.
Girl #1: Girlfriend? You have?!
Me: No, I don't.
Girls #1 and #2: WAHHHHHHHHH! Uso! ("That's a lie!")
(Girls #3 and 4 appear. Rapid-fire Japanese and further giggling briefly ensues.)
Girl #3: Type-u? Type-u?
Me: Smart. And nice.
(more shriek-giggles)
Girl #1: Nice body?! Nice body?!
Me: Nice... heart.
Girl #2: You? How tall?!
Me: (trying to remember my height in centimeters) 187.
Girls #1, 2, 3, and 4: EEEEEHHHHH?! Hehehehe!
Girl #1: Bryan! Do you like big... eh... big...
(All girls make swooping curved motions in front of their bosoms in unison.)
...
Me: (apparently blushing) Um...
Girls #1, 2, 3, and 4: WAHHHH! Red face! Red face! Hehehehehehehe!
(Bell rings)
Me: Thank you, Jesus. Okay, see you later!
The questions about my height and relationship status are pretty standard. Same for Christina. However, this is the first time such... mammary topics have been introduced. They sure do love to pry. What's next? Walking into the teachers' room with four girls at my desk, waving Trojans in the air? "You wear?! You wear?!"
Yikes. Just let us be, chilluns.
I was looking out the hallway window before fourth period admiring Fuji and the other mountains, which were sublime in the clear cold air. Suddenly, I hear:
Girl #1: AHHHH! Bryan!
Me: (startled) Oh--hello!
Girl #2: Bryan! Bryan! Very... han-sum!
Girl #1: (points index finger in the air) Nun-bah one! Nun-bah one han-sum! (giggles wildly)
Me: Oh... uh, thanks.
Girl #1: Girlfriend? You have?!
Me: No, I don't.
Girls #1 and #2: WAHHHHHHHHH! Uso! ("That's a lie!")
(Girls #3 and 4 appear. Rapid-fire Japanese and further giggling briefly ensues.)
Girl #3: Type-u? Type-u?
Me: Smart. And nice.
(more shriek-giggles)
Girl #1: Nice body?! Nice body?!
Me: Nice... heart.
Girl #2: You? How tall?!
Me: (trying to remember my height in centimeters) 187.
Girls #1, 2, 3, and 4: EEEEEHHHHH?! Hehehehe!
Girl #1: Bryan! Do you like big... eh... big...
(All girls make swooping curved motions in front of their bosoms in unison.)
...
Me: (apparently blushing) Um...
Girls #1, 2, 3, and 4: WAHHHH! Red face! Red face! Hehehehehehehe!
(Bell rings)
Me: Thank you, Jesus. Okay, see you later!
The questions about my height and relationship status are pretty standard. Same for Christina. However, this is the first time such... mammary topics have been introduced. They sure do love to pry. What's next? Walking into the teachers' room with four girls at my desk, waving Trojans in the air? "You wear?! You wear?!"
Yikes. Just let us be, chilluns.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Nostalgiasaurus rex
Ever wonder what happens when you spend three hours on YouTube?!
Join a pre-Wonder Years Fred Savage on his first acting gig ever--a 30-minute walk through history in Dinosaurs! A Fun-Filled Trip Back in Time!
My mom bought this on VHS at Building 19 for me when I was probably in pre-school. Y'know those childhood videos you watched so many times, holes were practically burnt through the tape? Or how smoke or an occasional spark would fly from your doddering Magnavox, because you just had to hear "Everybody Wants to be a Cat" for the fortieth time in one day? Well, for me, Dinosaurs! was one such video. Along with this and this.
I don't know which is more amazing: the fact that technology such as YouTube and the Internet exists, or the fact that I still remember half the lyrics to "Mesozoic Mind."
And I have plenty of fellow dino dweebs here in Japan. For example, at the moment, paleontologists are really interested in Asia, since a rare fossil was found in China not too long ago. It was later moved to Japan for display. (Fun fact! The convention center mentioned in the article is the same convention center I was at for this concert a few weeks ago.)
Some dinosaurs that called Nippon home back in the day include the Fukuiraptor and Fukuisaurus.
...What? Whaddya mean you don't care what dinosaurs lived in Japan? C'mon. It's good to know a lot about our planet's former reptilian overlords. Besides, now you know more about dinosaurs than some people...
Join a pre-Wonder Years Fred Savage on his first acting gig ever--a 30-minute walk through history in Dinosaurs! A Fun-Filled Trip Back in Time!
My mom bought this on VHS at Building 19 for me when I was probably in pre-school. Y'know those childhood videos you watched so many times, holes were practically burnt through the tape? Or how smoke or an occasional spark would fly from your doddering Magnavox, because you just had to hear "Everybody Wants to be a Cat" for the fortieth time in one day? Well, for me, Dinosaurs! was one such video. Along with this and this.
I don't know which is more amazing: the fact that technology such as YouTube and the Internet exists, or the fact that I still remember half the lyrics to "Mesozoic Mind."
And I have plenty of fellow dino dweebs here in Japan. For example, at the moment, paleontologists are really interested in Asia, since a rare fossil was found in China not too long ago. It was later moved to Japan for display. (Fun fact! The convention center mentioned in the article is the same convention center I was at for this concert a few weeks ago.)
Some dinosaurs that called Nippon home back in the day include the Fukuiraptor and Fukuisaurus.
...What? Whaddya mean you don't care what dinosaurs lived in Japan? C'mon. It's good to know a lot about our planet's former reptilian overlords. Besides, now you know more about dinosaurs than some people...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Counting my blessings...
I had an alarming glimpse of mortality Saturday night.
I was riding the metro in Tokyo this weekend, sitting across from a sad-faced, bald and bespectacled man. I'd guess he was at least 70... it's hard to tell with the Japanese; they're often young-looking and are actually way older than they appear. He was wearing a polo shirt, golfer's khakis and a windbreaker, all in earth tones. Y'know, something your grandpa would probably wear--something harmless and humble. I didn't pay much attention to him at first. I saw him sitting next to two bubbly twenty-somethings, whom I assumed were his granddaughters.
I looked away for a few seconds, and when my gaze wandered back over to his side of the train, I saw the old man slouching forward at a ninety degree angle, his head lodged awkwardly against one of the neighboring girl's knees. His eyes were closed, his arms dangled limp and lifeless, and drool dripped from his mouth and onto the floor.
At first, I was I couldn't really process what was going on--and apparently, neither did the girl, looking shocked as she realized her leg just caught an elderly stranger's head in mid-collapse. A nearby American screamed "Jesus!" and hit the emergency button on the wall, sounding a siren and abruptly stopping the train. The old man didn't really look like he was breathing. The car stared in stunned silence as the American gently shook the man and tapped his cheeks. I then realized the two girls next to him didn't know him. He was by himself--no one who knew the man's health and there was no one to be contacted. By now the hurried conductors were sidestepping from the platform and onto the car, transferring the man's unresponsive body to a hand stretcher. I sat there, knuckles white and heart racing. Am I watching somebody die? About five minutes later, the train's doors closed, sealing off my view of the man who then lay on the platform, head shaking feebly.
It was the freakiest shit I'd seen in a long time. As the train started back up again, the car's passengers were silent and blanched. No sooner had the two twenty-something girls finish dabbing their tears than a stocky fellow bounced onto the train and into the old man's now vacant seat, oblivious to what had just occurred.
I hope to God the guy is okay, but it still made me think about a lot of things... like how such scares can strike anyone, at any time, at any place in the world. Death really is the great neutralizer, and eventually everyone falls victim, regardless of their nationality or the language they speak.
But I learned something else, too. Another universal truth. Bottom line, watching a white tourist on the subway cradle a barely conscious Japanese stranger in his arms, trying to bring him back to life, is something the reaffirms your faith in the human race. People around the world classify helping a stranger, without hesitation, as common decency, and I think that's telling. Yeah, death is pervasive, inevitable, and is found at every turn--but, fortunately for us, so is goodwill.
On a different note, today is International Students' Day! How many international students do you know? I teach the one currently at our school. His name is Piseth, he's from Cambodia, and both his English and attitude are some of the best in the class. He, Christina and myself are pretty much the coolest (and the only...) gaijin at Yoshida High. Here's to a multiculti way of life! I still gotta get travel tips from Piseth--Southeast Asia in one month, suckas!
I was riding the metro in Tokyo this weekend, sitting across from a sad-faced, bald and bespectacled man. I'd guess he was at least 70... it's hard to tell with the Japanese; they're often young-looking and are actually way older than they appear. He was wearing a polo shirt, golfer's khakis and a windbreaker, all in earth tones. Y'know, something your grandpa would probably wear--something harmless and humble. I didn't pay much attention to him at first. I saw him sitting next to two bubbly twenty-somethings, whom I assumed were his granddaughters.
I looked away for a few seconds, and when my gaze wandered back over to his side of the train, I saw the old man slouching forward at a ninety degree angle, his head lodged awkwardly against one of the neighboring girl's knees. His eyes were closed, his arms dangled limp and lifeless, and drool dripped from his mouth and onto the floor.
At first, I was I couldn't really process what was going on--and apparently, neither did the girl, looking shocked as she realized her leg just caught an elderly stranger's head in mid-collapse. A nearby American screamed "Jesus!" and hit the emergency button on the wall, sounding a siren and abruptly stopping the train. The old man didn't really look like he was breathing. The car stared in stunned silence as the American gently shook the man and tapped his cheeks. I then realized the two girls next to him didn't know him. He was by himself--no one who knew the man's health and there was no one to be contacted. By now the hurried conductors were sidestepping from the platform and onto the car, transferring the man's unresponsive body to a hand stretcher. I sat there, knuckles white and heart racing. Am I watching somebody die? About five minutes later, the train's doors closed, sealing off my view of the man who then lay on the platform, head shaking feebly.
It was the freakiest shit I'd seen in a long time. As the train started back up again, the car's passengers were silent and blanched. No sooner had the two twenty-something girls finish dabbing their tears than a stocky fellow bounced onto the train and into the old man's now vacant seat, oblivious to what had just occurred.
I hope to God the guy is okay, but it still made me think about a lot of things... like how such scares can strike anyone, at any time, at any place in the world. Death really is the great neutralizer, and eventually everyone falls victim, regardless of their nationality or the language they speak.
But I learned something else, too. Another universal truth. Bottom line, watching a white tourist on the subway cradle a barely conscious Japanese stranger in his arms, trying to bring him back to life, is something the reaffirms your faith in the human race. People around the world classify helping a stranger, without hesitation, as common decency, and I think that's telling. Yeah, death is pervasive, inevitable, and is found at every turn--but, fortunately for us, so is goodwill.
On a different note, today is International Students' Day! How many international students do you know? I teach the one currently at our school. His name is Piseth, he's from Cambodia, and both his English and attitude are some of the best in the class. He, Christina and myself are pretty much the coolest (and the only...) gaijin at Yoshida High. Here's to a multiculti way of life! I still gotta get travel tips from Piseth--Southeast Asia in one month, suckas!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Hundreds gather for autumn harvest festival
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October 31, 2008
HAIBARA, Japan -- About 200 people paraded through the streets in what seemed to be an impromptu festival late Friday night.
"There I was, sitting in the dark, playing Text Twist in my underwear," said Bryan Lufkin, an American living in the area, "when suddenly I heard revelrous chanting and loud drums. I ran outside with my camera to investigate, nearly forgetting to put on some pants."
Lufkin reported that none of the locals had mentioned anything about a matsuri (Japanese festival) earlier that day, so the celebration took the 23-year-old English teacher by surprise. "I thought it was Jong-Il and his minions," he said.
The parade--the first of two to be held that night, with three more scheduled for the next day--honors the bounty of autumn's harvest. Local middle and high school students sat in a decorated float, playing bamboo flutes and taking turns banging a large drum.
Police and parade officials used barricades and traffic wands to direct vehicles away from the procession, which snaked its way through Haibara's backstreets until midnight.
"People came out of their houses to see what was going on, and joined in on the parade," Lufkin said. He noted people walking with beer bottles, taking pictures with camera phones and children piggy-backed over their parents' shoulders. "It was a really cool, traditional thing that you don't see in America," he added.
Japan, known for both its tradition and modernity, holds a variety of nationwide festivals all year, in addition to local celebrations. The next national holiday is shichigosan (translated as the "7-5-3 Festival"), in which five-year-old boys and three- and seven-year-old girls are taken to local shrines, where they pray for good luck.
In rural areas, matsuri like the autumn harvest festival are especially valued as community events.
"I felt like the stalking gaijin," Lufkin said.
Friday, October 31, 2008
"I got a rock."
Happy Halloween, costume-donners and candy-hoarders! Gorge yourselves on Reese's and Nerds Ropes in my honor!
Sorry about the lack of updates, friends. Gomen ne! Let me bring you up to speed. Here's what's been going on in my life lately:
Getting ready to play "spook-de-loop" at a Halloween party for Yoshiko's students last weekend. She asked a bunch of us ALTs to help out and play with the kids.
This little tyke got my vote for the party's best costume (she was a koi fish), though her mom Kelly was a close runner-up. She came as Medusa, plastic snakes in her hair and all. Wow, and to think I almost busted out my Perseus costume for this thing! Awwwwkward...
I led Halloween bingo!
I was also attacked by a bunch of small Japanese boys. I'd like to take this opportunity to spread kancho awareness--the act is Ritalin's biggest advertisement.
So other than Halloween party hijinks (more pics here), what else has been going on in my life as of late?
-- Giving out Halloween goodies to my students--these kids sure go ape shit for candy! So many students came "trick-or-treating" to my desk, I soon ran out of chocolate and resorted to giving away the Pringles left over from lunch, and even that barely sustained me. I was a fourth of a sleeve away from doling out hole reinforcers to the unrelenting masses...
-- Winter's withering grip that tightens by the day. Back in August, when the days were marked by heat hallucinations and pit stains, I could have never imagined this place ever being pleasantly temperate, let alone actually cold. But now, sitting next to my oscillating electric heater, I realize that I've been in Japan for a pretty decent time. The seasons, they are a-changin'!
-- Halloween lesson plans. We decorated mini pumpkins and gourds in one of my conversation classes, and I made my reading class read a simplified version of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." I also showed them Nosferatu--an amazing movie in that it's nearing 90 years old, is a brilliant book-to-film adaptation, and thanks to F.W. Murnau and Max Shrek, is one of the most atmospheric creepy films ever. Don't believe me? Take a peek at this and tell me you don't want to double-check your front door is locked.
--Random ass parades outside my house! More on this tomorrow!
Well, that's all for now, kiddies! Enjoy the witching hour, and don't forget to check those popcorn balls for glass shards.
Sorry about the lack of updates, friends. Gomen ne! Let me bring you up to speed. Here's what's been going on in my life lately:
Getting ready to play "spook-de-loop" at a Halloween party for Yoshiko's students last weekend. She asked a bunch of us ALTs to help out and play with the kids.
This little tyke got my vote for the party's best costume (she was a koi fish), though her mom Kelly was a close runner-up. She came as Medusa, plastic snakes in her hair and all. Wow, and to think I almost busted out my Perseus costume for this thing! Awwwwkward...
I led Halloween bingo!
I was also attacked by a bunch of small Japanese boys. I'd like to take this opportunity to spread kancho awareness--the act is Ritalin's biggest advertisement.
So other than Halloween party hijinks (more pics here), what else has been going on in my life as of late?
-- Giving out Halloween goodies to my students--these kids sure go ape shit for candy! So many students came "trick-or-treating" to my desk, I soon ran out of chocolate and resorted to giving away the Pringles left over from lunch, and even that barely sustained me. I was a fourth of a sleeve away from doling out hole reinforcers to the unrelenting masses...
-- Winter's withering grip that tightens by the day. Back in August, when the days were marked by heat hallucinations and pit stains, I could have never imagined this place ever being pleasantly temperate, let alone actually cold. But now, sitting next to my oscillating electric heater, I realize that I've been in Japan for a pretty decent time. The seasons, they are a-changin'!
-- Halloween lesson plans. We decorated mini pumpkins and gourds in one of my conversation classes, and I made my reading class read a simplified version of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." I also showed them Nosferatu--an amazing movie in that it's nearing 90 years old, is a brilliant book-to-film adaptation, and thanks to F.W. Murnau and Max Shrek, is one of the most atmospheric creepy films ever. Don't believe me? Take a peek at this and tell me you don't want to double-check your front door is locked.
--Random ass parades outside my house! More on this tomorrow!
Well, that's all for now, kiddies! Enjoy the witching hour, and don't forget to check those popcorn balls for glass shards.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Pillows need not apply
Japanese people can sleep anywhere--school, work, or the concrete, Corona-soaked floors of Makuhari Convention Center at Ganban Night '08. Even with the bone-cracking base lines coming from two different sound stages, nearly a hundred people passed out on the ground near the food tent. It almost looked like a bunch of gassed carcasses, strewn about in a really dramatic and Shakespearean way. Sweet dreams, technophiles!
It's like this on public transportation, too. On trains, if people aren't playing with their keitai, they're old cold, bodies shifting wildly with the train's movements, heads thrown back and mouths agape, yo-yoing beads of drool. And without fail, they will always wake up seconds before they reach their stop. I have no idea how the pudgy salaryman next to me (who's falling asleep on my shoulder, snoring and whose breath reeks of happy hour) can sleep through my loud throat-clearings and not-so-gentle nudges, but instantly awakens to the soothing, automated message of: "The next stop is..."
And people say nap time ends in kindergarten?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
In select theaters:
Who says Lost in Translation and Mr. Baseball have to be the only popular American movies about Japan? I've come up with plenty of gaijin-centric ideas:
Little Miss Moonshine: Beulah (Michelle Trachtenberg) is a hairy-knuckled, lazy-eyed exchange student from Wheeling, West Virginia. She develops a crush on her calligraphy teacher (B.D. Wong), and hopes to impress him by entering the school talent show. But when cool girl Satomi--Beulah's biggest romantic rival--enters the competition, Beulah finds out she has a lot to learn about life... and love. Who will win sensei's heart? A tense plate-spinning act reveals all! (PG)
For Her Eyes Only: Seeking a new life in the Far East, Gert (Eartha Kitt) has twelve grandchildren, recently-signed divorce papers, and a libido as active as her AARP membership. When she opens an onsen, she begins ogling the men through various holes in the walls, taking special interest in young, pasty tourist and pro croquet player, Gene (Neil Patrick Harris). Join Gert and Gene on the fun-filled romp Leah Rozen is calling "Harold and Maude, but with sushi and man-thongs! I loved it!" (PG-13)
The Unrecyclables: In the latest from Brian De Palma, the Yakuza pulverizes Del (Louie Anderson), a nosy Jehovah's Witness, and dumps his body outside a recycling center in downtown Tokyo. Little do they know, Del lives--and seeks revenge on those who left him for dead among the plastics and PET bottles! Teaming up with some fellow expats, including a wisecracking cabbie (Bill Bellamy) and a tranny stripper (RuPaul), Del and company are out to prove some waste... isn't biodegradable! (R)
Sapporo Swirl: Republican Presidential nominee John McCain (Leslie Nielsen in a fat suit) and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice (RuPaul) are invited to Sapporo's Snow Festival as the ceremonies' Grand Marshals. When an avalanche leaves them confined to a small konbini, the two discover the best ways to stay warm: microwavable ramen, discussing pork-barrel spending, and each other. Watch the sparks fly in this Grand Old Par-tay! Now available in 3-D. (NC-17)
Little Miss Moonshine: Beulah (Michelle Trachtenberg) is a hairy-knuckled, lazy-eyed exchange student from Wheeling, West Virginia. She develops a crush on her calligraphy teacher (B.D. Wong), and hopes to impress him by entering the school talent show. But when cool girl Satomi--Beulah's biggest romantic rival--enters the competition, Beulah finds out she has a lot to learn about life... and love. Who will win sensei's heart? A tense plate-spinning act reveals all! (PG)
For Her Eyes Only: Seeking a new life in the Far East, Gert (Eartha Kitt) has twelve grandchildren, recently-signed divorce papers, and a libido as active as her AARP membership. When she opens an onsen, she begins ogling the men through various holes in the walls, taking special interest in young, pasty tourist and pro croquet player, Gene (Neil Patrick Harris). Join Gert and Gene on the fun-filled romp Leah Rozen is calling "Harold and Maude, but with sushi and man-thongs! I loved it!" (PG-13)
The Unrecyclables: In the latest from Brian De Palma, the Yakuza pulverizes Del (Louie Anderson), a nosy Jehovah's Witness, and dumps his body outside a recycling center in downtown Tokyo. Little do they know, Del lives--and seeks revenge on those who left him for dead among the plastics and PET bottles! Teaming up with some fellow expats, including a wisecracking cabbie (Bill Bellamy) and a tranny stripper (RuPaul), Del and company are out to prove some waste... isn't biodegradable! (R)
Sapporo Swirl: Republican Presidential nominee John McCain (Leslie Nielsen in a fat suit) and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice (RuPaul) are invited to Sapporo's Snow Festival as the ceremonies' Grand Marshals. When an avalanche leaves them confined to a small konbini, the two discover the best ways to stay warm: microwavable ramen, discussing pork-barrel spending, and each other. Watch the sparks fly in this Grand Old Par-tay! Now available in 3-D. (NC-17)
Monday, October 13, 2008
[no subject]
Yoshiko and Mo took us to their favorite izakaya in Fujieda last night. The convivial included: seafood nabe, French fries, edamame, a creamy salmon spread, and miso soup (the best I've ever had!). However, the pièce de résistance was the sashimi set.
You know it's going to be quality stuff when the sashimi is served with the fish's severed head, carved-out body and tail. And the tail is still wiggling. Ever so slightly, but moving nonetheless. Cadaveric spasm--the real sign of freshness! Sorry about the crappy image quality. I took them with my keitai, and they don't really capture just how alive-looking everything was. Eating the barely dead animals was satisfyingly barbaric, not to mention yummy as hell.
Also, see that taupe-colored purée in the martini glass? Sea urchin guts. Maybe it would've tasted better on a Ritz...
You know it's going to be quality stuff when the sashimi is served with the fish's severed head, carved-out body and tail. And the tail is still wiggling. Ever so slightly, but moving nonetheless. Cadaveric spasm--the real sign of freshness! Sorry about the crappy image quality. I took them with my keitai, and they don't really capture just how alive-looking everything was. Eating the barely dead animals was satisfyingly barbaric, not to mention yummy as hell.
Also, see that taupe-colored purée in the martini glass? Sea urchin guts. Maybe it would've tasted better on a Ritz...
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Sports Day, a week late.
Last Friday was my school's Sports Day--the all-day athletic festival that's held in high schools across Japan every year. Kinda like Field Day in American elementary schools, but much more intense.
Interestingly, when I asked my students if they were happy to get a day free of classes, many were betwixt and between. They liked having the day off, but disliked the fact that participation in this school event was compulsory. High schoolers are already surly, regardless of where you are in the world, so it's no wonder they weren't all gung-ho about required potato sack-racing, or about creating and choreographing an original dance and cheer. (My students dressed up like Pikachu and hopped around the field to the Pokemon movie end theme.) But I guess in this land of tradition and group dynamic, it's important to be involved, even if everyone is reluctant to participate or to have fun. This family's gonna have a merry Christmas for once, dammit!
The day's athletic events were pretty standard: tug-o'-war, the 100-meter sprint... a melee of girls clawing in the dirt over a semi tire. Nothing outta the ordinary, right? It's all spoon-and-egg races here!
Again--much different from the American Field Day. Less water balloon-throwing and revelry, more bloody scrapes and cat fights.
More Sports Day bedlam here!
Interestingly, when I asked my students if they were happy to get a day free of classes, many were betwixt and between. They liked having the day off, but disliked the fact that participation in this school event was compulsory. High schoolers are already surly, regardless of where you are in the world, so it's no wonder they weren't all gung-ho about required potato sack-racing, or about creating and choreographing an original dance and cheer. (My students dressed up like Pikachu and hopped around the field to the Pokemon movie end theme.) But I guess in this land of tradition and group dynamic, it's important to be involved, even if everyone is reluctant to participate or to have fun. This family's gonna have a merry Christmas for once, dammit!
The day's athletic events were pretty standard: tug-o'-war, the 100-meter sprint... a melee of girls clawing in the dirt over a semi tire. Nothing outta the ordinary, right? It's all spoon-and-egg races here!
Again--much different from the American Field Day. Less water balloon-throwing and revelry, more bloody scrapes and cat fights.
More Sports Day bedlam here!
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