The tracksuits arrived. Mine is black but some of the other teachers got it in blue and each is embroidered with our name (in English) in sloping script on both trousers and jacket. They're windobureakaas, don't you know. On the jacket chest are 3 large, bright white characters, SWC, and tumbling off them like three kite tails the decapitated words 'even' 'alking' and 'lub'.
K-t seemed especially happy with his. He tugged on the trousers over his suit trousers the instant he'd thrashed them out of the plastic bag. Then he pulled on the jacket and trotted off to 'patrol' the school. I've seen him from a classroom before, pacing along the corridor seemingly without purpose but standing tall and casting a very deliberate eye into each room nonetheless.
Every day the same music signals the start of cleaning time and all the kids slouch to their assigned position and flop a small broom about, or pass a wet rag over the same semicircle patch of floor in front of them. The end is HanSeiKai, when we reflect on the hard work done during cleaning time. K-t will always use this as an opportunity to teach the kids something. Ever the professional.
Tracksuited, he took the students through a short review and then introduced the new material for the day. 'G'die mayt' 'g'di mayt' 'g'diee mayt' 'g'die mayt', four students chimed in turn. There is nothing more bizarre than Japanese Australian English. (We've moved on to it from British Japanese English). The new lesson was 'Bonzer'. 'Bonzer jacket!' then resounded four times.
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