||[Feb. 9th, 2007|10:53 pm]
I was going to post a kind of reflective, depressing sort of entry, because I've been having a pretty bad week and no one to talk to, but then I got something at school today which will be much easier on the senses. It made my day clear a bit anyhow.
Typed on a printout from 3-3's homeroom teacher, I got a few snippets from entries in their diaries. They read as follows:
*Today ALT came to our class. It was enjoyable.
*Jessica taught us English today. I enjoyed it. She painted on my friend's faces. I was anxious whether she painted on me or not. But I was safe!
*Today Jessica came to my class. Because I really hate to be painted, I was excited. Finally I could escape. Bravo! I love English class.
*Jessica painted on my face! I felt shy, but it was a very happy English time.
Thank you Mr. Yoshida. You've probably saved my motivation for this job. And sentenced the little children to more 'paintings'...bwahahahaha....