Chapter Three

I’m willing to fight anyone, but put me in front of a class of forty big squirts and ask me to keep them in like just by wagging my tongue, well, that’s beyond me. This teaching thing is harder than I expected and agonizingly boring. Who knew I’d be so thirsty. I thought my best bet would be to speak loud and fast, but of course one of these children from the trenches had something to say about my teaching, whining about how I “speak too fast” and they “can’t understand.” To which I replied, I am from Tokyo and have a different manner of speaking. And as if my day couldn’t be worse, a student approached me with a geometry problem that I supposebly couldn’t solve and they all laughed. They LAUGHED. The audacity of these children. And even if  THAT wasn’t bad enough, these same children teased me for eating “too much” tempura noodles. The establishment was filthy anyways. AND they nicknamed me Red Towel after finding out I like to visit the bathhouse and wrote “SWIMMING IN THE BATH STRICTLY PROHIBITED.” I cannot stress this enough, but these people are making my life harder on purpose.