K-T got really angry today and roasted some poor little blighters in 1-2 for not doing their homework, or forgetting their textbooks, or something, I didn't really follow. Discipline is handled differently here (gently, mostly) but when they lose their rag, boy do Japanese teachers go all out. I've seen bollockings last a good twenty minutes. 20 minutes of bursts of shrieks and caustic silences that stretch out across the room.
Right after he'd dished out a truncated arse spanking K-T's kei-tai went off. He always has a very cute little ring tone and this latest one was no less twee. His face, his mood changed completely as he sheepishly pulled out his phone and turned it off, before explaining what he thought the call was about.
Today was the first big tournament game for his son, who attends the city high school renowned for sporting prowess. Chuo High School are in the district tournament for baseball, and K-T's son- who usually warms the bench- put them there. Last week they had their last qualification game and K-T's boy came in to bat with a runner on third and the score tied at a miserly 1-1. Before he stepped up to the plate proper though, he paused and pulled off this strange pose.
K-T explained. It was a samurai stance. It was a kabuki actor pose. I got lost, again. Maybe it was a kabuki actor doing a samurai stance. That makes sense, in a Japanese kind of way (it doesn't...). Then Ken hit to the left, enough for the runner to get home and Chuo to win the game and get them to today's tournament game. How fucking wonderful is that?
And now K-T can't stop pulling out pictures of his son he printed off a post on the net by another parent. I caught him at it at cleaning time, flashing them to students and he was visibly swelled with pride last week, 7 whole days before today's roasting and the last time he taught 1-2, as we tackled the lesson material. 'This is my son...This is my son...This is MY son!' They won today too, 5-4.
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