Source: Gaijin Pot
Ah, the Japanese school staffroom. A dimly-lit, beige-brown landscape populated with fellow tracksuit-clad teachers, piles of recycled paper and broken stationery, dusty chalkboards with a whole bunch of kanji on them, and your cheap canned coffee lying in the wrong trash bin.
Or, to put it another way: Paradise.
I love the Japanese school staffroom. It’s a place where the air conditioning is always on, the omiyage is plentiful, the chairs are comfy, and the meetings are long and incomprehensible. The best part is that none of your Japanese students can goad you with their too-personal questions and trolling remarks because they’re not allowed to enter. Ha!
That is, until the 10-minute period between each class where outsiders dare to encroach on us teachers’ little slice of heaven. As you sit there at your desk, the ALT that will probably never be called upon, you’ll get to observe some characters. Some of my favorites include:
Students aren’t the only ones disturbing the peace. You’ll have your fair share of adults as well.
Often you’ll see the guy from some sort of business selling something. Is it insurance? As a product which people seem to neither qualify for, afford or understand, …continue reading