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Sorry for the lack of updates for the last few days, but my all my free time has lately been consumed by Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. Because my laptop's graphics card is crap the game runs really slow, which means it takes much longer to play than it should. It doesn't help that the size of the city you explore in this game is enormous compared to any other game I've ever seen. I really need to stop playing, but this game is like crack to me. Thanks to my PC, my PS2 and my PSP, my productivity has dropped to near zero as of late. I suppose finishing a game is kind of an accomplishment, but there isn't really much to show for it once you have done it.
Anyway, speaking of wasting time, I'm scheduled to teach once again at my Hell school Yokohama on Monday. Over the past 2 years I've tried every trick in the book to reach the students there, but I have yet to have one successful class. When I first came there in 2003 the ichi nensei class was already cynical, disillusioned and impossible to teach. Now they are in san nensei and are much, much worse. They hate school, English, their teachers and each other. I suspect that most of them have learning disabilities or other mental problems to boot. The ones that aren't in a constant vegetative state just act like dicks all the time. There was one boy who sometimes made a small effort, but last time I went there even he had given up. Since teachers are basically forbidden from punishing students for fear of shaming them and their parents, there isn't much recorse in these sort of situations. Also since schools don't want to look like they failed to teach these bad students, they can just coast through highschool without ever lifting a finger and never worry about not graduating.
Their JTE teaches at Noheji in the afternoon, and cries on my shoulder everyday after her traumatic morning classes. She wants me to think up some amazing teaching plan for Monday's class but I really am at my wit's end. In the movies these kind of students are always saved by a charismatic teacher who helps them discover the magic of music. Well, I unfortunately don't know jack about music, so I guess they're out of luck. I suspect that even if there was some way to teach them using Grand Theft Auto, it still wouldn't awake them out of their collective coma. Maybe I'll just come to class with a SuperSoaker and start blasting them for no reason. It might not teach them anything, but at least it should inspire some kind of reaction for a change.