Gaijin Smash

Ms. Nurse, My Hero

Posted in Blog by gaijinsmashnet on February 6, 2007

At the Ghetto School, I used to sit across from Ms. Americanized. This was the greatest thing ever, because I didn’t have to go very far to hear one of her award-winning commentaries on just how fucked up Japanese schools/relationships/marriages/people/customs/pets/work habits/sleeping habits/fights to the death are. Ms. Americanized also kept me in the loop as to what was happening around the school, as the other teachers either figured I already knew thanks to my Gaijin Telepathy, or deemed I wasn’t fit to know thanks to my Gaijin Worthlessness. And, she was a life-saver whenever I got stuck in one of the endless teachers meetings, when we’d kill the time by passing notes to each other. …Not to mention the times when the teacher’s room would clear out of people, and we’d sweep the test papers and textbooks off our desks and ravage each other in a bout of hot, sweaty, aggressive, swear-word filled sex.*
*Completely fictional.
At least, I used to sit across from Ms. Americanized. I came into work at the Ghetto School one day to find that my desk had been changed. No one else’s, just mine. My precious position across from Ms. Americanized had been changed to a not-so precious position sitting in front of OK Nurse. If you will remember, OK Nurse is the girl the Ghetto School teachers tried to offer up to me when they learned I was having problems with my ex. Unlike my Hot Nurse friend, who is, well, hot, OK Nurse is, well, just okay. Hence the name. …I never claimed this was rocket science people.


But, if I’ve ever said anything even remotely negative about OK Nurse, I’d like to take it back. The woman is a saint. I know this now from sitting across from her.
I mentioned before, even though there is a dedicated school counselor, she only comes in once a week, for half a day. Matters of the heart usually don’t patiently wait for the pre-appointed time no matter how Japanese you are. So when students have a personal problem, they take it up with the school nurse. I’m relatively sure this is not the job she signed up for. Like, she went to trade school for however many years, studied first aid and on-site treatment, and thought to herself, “I really want to use my abilities to help ease the bumps and bruises of junior high school students!” Instead, she has to spend most of her time playing Dr. Phil for a bunch of whiny 14-year olds. And now, by proxy, I have to listen to the problems of a bunch of whiny 14-year olds, and that is DEFINITELY not the job I signed up for. I miss my old desk.
Here’s some insight into one week of the life of Ms. OK Nurse at the Ghetto School.
***
A sannensei girl comes sometime around 3rd period to OK Nurse’s desk. Her eyes are red from crying out the Nile River.
Girl: Can you believe it? I just got dumped one week before the school trip. One week! How could he do that to me? We’re in the same class group too, so he’s gonna be in all my trip pictures! And I’m gonna have to see him everyday! It’s so embarrassing! What am I supposed to say? Oh, this is the worst thing ever! What am I supposed to do?
OK Nurse: There, there. Your other friends will be there too, right? It’ll be okay.
Thank God I’m not the school counselor, cause if I was this would have been a very different conversation.
Girl: Oh, this is the worst thing ever! What am I supposed to do?
Me: I have an idea. OH MY *GOD* DON’T BOTHER ME WITH THIS SHIT! ISN’T IT THIRD PERIOD?! WHY THE FUCK AREN’T YOU IN CLASS?! YOU KNOW WHY YOU GOT DUMPED?! BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING STUPID! GO BACK TO CLASS AND DON’T BE FUCKING STUPID! THEN MAYBE YOU WON’T GET DUMPED AND THEN YOU WON’T BE HERE WASTING MY TIME WITH YOUR WHINY SHIT! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? GO TO CLASS!
Call me an insensitive bastard, but I don’t remember being allowed to skip class just because I broke up with my girlfriend. No, we sucked it up and went to class. And then cried in the bathroom. Not, uh, that I speak from experience. Total speculation, yessiree.
***
A boy comes to the nurse’s desk with a stomach ache. So he says. OK Nurse takes a look at him and asks him some questions and doesn’t particularly find anything wrong with him, on the surface. “It hurts, it really hurts” he says, with all the emotion and depth of a Keanu Reeves performance. “I think I ate some bad sushi this morning. Oh man, I think I’m dying here!” OK Nurse asks if he’d like to go to the hospital. “No no no, that’s not necessary. Just let me sit here for awhile, I think it’ll pass.” Later, some friends of his stop by during the break between classes, and the boy makes a miraculous, spur of the moment recovery as he jokes around with them.
OK Nurse: Wow, you’re feeling much better!
Boy: Huh?
OK Nurse: Your stomach ache. It seems to have gotten better.
Boy: Oh! Ooooh, ooooh, it still hurts, unbearable pain!
OK Nurse: You were doing so well.
Boy: You know, I was holding it in, gotta be a man and all…
If you haven’t figured it out by now, the boy doesn’t have a stomach ache. “I don’t feel good, I’m going to go see OK Nurse” is the Number 1, tested and approved way for students to get out of class. The teachers know the kids are full of shit (not literally, or else they really would have stomach aches) but pretty much allow it. Got a test you wanna get out of? Stomach ache. Didn’t do your 5th period homework? Stomach ache. Wanna avoid the kid who just broke up with you? Stomach ache.
Again, had I been the school nurse, it would have been a very, very different examination.
Boy: Oh, the pain, oh the agony! It hurts so much!
Me: Well, I just looked you over and I didn’t really find anything wrong with you.
Boy: It hurts, it really, really does! Oh, I think I’m dying.
Me: Ok, ok, I believe you. I do have a special examination that’ll figure out exactly what’s wrong with you.
Boy: Really?
Me: Yeah. Come closer a little bit. Ok, right there. (gives the boy a Rocky-championship winning punch to the gut)
Boy: Huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhh!
Me: Hmm yes. I’m pretty sure you’re experiencing pain because someone punched you in the stomach. You’d better take it easy for a period or two. You’ll just have to make up that math quiz.
This kid has punched more than his fair share of faculty, I figure karma ought to catch up to him sooner or later.
***
Even before my desk was moved, I was vaguely aware that some girls would come to OK Nurse’s desk, simply complain about “not feeling well”, and bury their heads in their arms for an hour or two. Many times, they’d come in and take their temperature. I also noticed that this always happened around the same week every month, and it was usually the same girls every time. I wondered if this was some sort of galactic coincidence, or perhaps a higher, well-thought-out conspiracy to get the girls out of classes. When I casually mentioned this to my girlfriend, she gave me a nice smack on the head for being insensitive to the “special needs of a growing young woman.” For the men out there who were just as clueless as I was, that means that these girls were experiencing menstrual cramps.
How was I supposed to know this shit? I’m a man, we *never* think about that unless we have no other choice. We spend a great deal of time trying to avoid it. I can guarantee you, 99.99999998% of men do not spread open issues of Playboy/Maxim/Victoria’s Secret/Martha Stewart Living, look at the scantily-clad maidens within and think, “Wow, I wonder how bad her period cramps get?” Also, to me at least, these kids are still … well … kids. I get uncomfortable when the boys talk about how many pubes they’ve grown lately (yes, they do talk about that, do you even have to ask?), I certainly don’t want to think about 14 year old Japanese girls bleeding from the snatch.
Of course, this is another area that falls upon our gentle patron, OK Nurse. OK Nurse listens to their cries of agony, sometimes trades stories (eww) to commiserate, and is always there with the extra box of napkins for when that Jr. Maxi Pad has finally reached its limit.
Again, this is shit I just can’t handle. If it were me, while the girl would be telling me about how much agony she was in, I’d be slowly but surely kick-sliding her chair away from anything valuable of mine she could possibly get blood all over.
***
You know, proofreading this post, I sound kind of like a bitter, angry bastard.
While I make no claims to the contrary, I would like to specify that the Ghetto School has a way of getting under one’s skin. For every time I’ve dreamed of giving a little bastard a solid shoryuken to the basket, the Japanese teachers – who have to deal with it every day of the week – have probably dreamed of ten times worse.
But Az, you say, they’re just kids! Yes, and they’re little shitheads. You can excuse kids’ shithead behavior up to a point, but then you get to a point where they’re old enough and you should call them on their shithead behavior. Except in Japan, where there’s nothing the teachers can do about it, and when the kids realize that they then power up to Ultra Mega Hyper Shithead and things really go downhill, as they have at the Ghetto School. I don’t care who you are, spend enough time at the Ghetto School, and you will want to throw bricks at some of these kids heads. Ghandi would be throwing bricks. Well, maybe just one brick, because Ghandi was kinda scrawny and I imagine he could really only power one out before getting tired. But he’d make that one count, I promise you.
***
I come back to the teachers room after a class, and I find Curly of the Three Stooges sitting at OK Nurse’s desk. OK Nurse is out, having accompanied a student to the hospital. Curly is giving me a suspicious grin, but thanks to OK Nurse’s stack of books I can’t really see what she’s doing.
After a while, Curly gets bored and goes off to go cause mischief or get pregnant or whatever she does here, because it certainly isn’t attending classes. I go back to my Japanese studies, but then find that my favorite pencil is missing. I look everywhere around my desk for it, but I can’t find it. Odd, because I know I’d left it on my desk before heading out to class.
Eventually, OK Nurse comes back from the hospital.
OK Nurse: Whoa! Somebody’s been scribbling graffitti all over my desk! And whose pencil is this?
Me: (suddenly realizing Curly’s stupid grin) That would be mine, sorry. The graffitti is a work of [Curly] though.
OK Nurse: She stole your pencil?
Me: Yeah, I left it on my desk before going to class, came back and saw her looking suspicious, then discovered that my pencil was missing.
OK Nurse: Ah, I see. You should be careful not to leave your pencil on your desk.
Me: Right, sorry. I thought the teachers’ room was, you know, restricted student access (teachers’ rooms are supposed to be “no students allowed”).
OK Nurse: Unfortunately, this isn’t that kind of school.
Me: One where teachers have control of the students?
OK Nurse: (sighs heavily) Yes.
***
Larry of the Three Stooges is hanging out at the nurse’s station. She’s liberally going through OK Nurse’s desk, looking for “something interesting.”
Larry: Where do you keep your toys anyway?
OK Nurse: I’m too old to play with toys.
Larry: Not those kind of toys. You know. (hushed voice) Adult toys.
OK Nurse: Now, I DEFINITELY don’t play with those kind of toys.
Larry: Oh, so you just use your hand then?
OK Nurse: (laughing) Oh, you…
Me: (Why dear God am I being subjected to this? Have I failed you in some way and this is punishment?)
Larry: Hey, is this the book you’re reading?
OK Nurse: Yeah, it’s pretty good. Oh, please don’t drop the bookmark, or else I won’t know where I left off…
Larry: (summarily takes the bookmark out) Now what?
OK Nurse: (laughing) Well, I guess I can figure out what page I was on.
Larry: (summarily rips the page out of the book) Now what?
OK Nurse: Well, now I DEFINITELY know what page I was on.
And yes, were it me, this would have been a very different conversation.
Larry: (summarily rips the page out of the book) Now what?
Me: Say, didn’t you have a stomach ache? C’mere, let me give you an exam.
I really miss my old desk.

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  1. Greg said, on February 6, 2007 at 12:43 am

    I think you should upgrade her nickname to Saint Nurse, or something. Maybe Spirit Saint Nurse, because she must be channeling at least two historical peacemakers at once. Also, you should list her stats and finishing move (with ruby text, please).

  2. Sam said, on February 6, 2007 at 12:43 am

    Hey Az,
    First of all, it’s nice reading something new again and I look forward to keep reading all that new stuff from now on.
    That said though, I’m wondering whether this is something that you wrote recently or some time back, because I feel that the not only the mood, but the quality of the writing has changed somewhat as well. As a result, I really don’t think this is one of your better pieces.
    Yes, you do sound pretty bitter, and you’re allowed to be if you want. While you do have a good explanation, it seems like you’re seriously pissed off about something your not telling us about, and it’s hard to figure out why you’re coming up with these over-the-top and unamusing fantasy responses to the kids. To clarify, I’m not offended by what you wrote, it’s just not as funny as you seem to want it to be.
    When you started talking about Curly, that’s when I finally started finding this editorial interesting because you were letting the subject material speak for itself. I think you do better when you’re just talking about what happened, since the material is strong enough on its own. Let us see more material, but maybe a little less of your reactions so that it’s easier for us to draw our own conclusions.

  3. Kanthalas said, on February 6, 2007 at 1:35 am

    Oh my god. That school definatly needs a GT Onizuka. The Japense school system hired ex-gang members right?
    In case of no, how about a school system reform? Hmm the first one seems more likely. God may as well wish for a freaking pony in this situation, you’d at least have a chance of that.

  4. Saiyanid said, on February 6, 2007 at 1:56 am

    Yea…they are seriously they don’t have anyone from my family over there teaching. My family, from my grandpa to my 5th cousins (yes I have 5th cousins, I’m Mexican and have enough relatives to make up the Island of Puerto Rico) would never, ever take that kind of thing from a kid. You can bet they would have more than stomach aches. They would be walking funny for months.

  5. J said, on February 6, 2007 at 2:15 am

    She ripped the page out of the book? What a bitch. I probably would have lost my temper and punched her.

  6. soumakyo said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:11 am

    don’t worry about being bitter, “bad” stories are usually a lot funnier than the good ones, so it’s just normal that you tell more about them.
    Anyway, this may me wondering if there isn’t a lot a school nurse ran website all over the (scary) japanese web, a lot of “my kids are perverted” websites

  7. Shinkada said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:16 am

    Oh man, your commentary has gotten so much better. Angry, Bitter Gaijin Mode + Ghetto School = Funnay. But ripping a page out of her book? What the hell? God, all that stuff in anime like Great Teacher Onizuka is probably true, eh? Gotten any scrawney nerd guys being sexually abused by groups of girls, yet? That just sucks.

  8. Lost in Japan said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:18 am

    First of all, GT Onizuka is bullshit of the highest degree. He doesn’t exist in Japan anymore than Batman and Gotham City exist in the US. If GT Onizuka exists, he will have his ass owned a long time ago by the PTA in Japan.
    Second of all, a kid that ripped a page out of my book will get a throatslam from hell from me; three stooges or not.

  9. Jody said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:45 am

    Yeah, ripping the page out of the book would be a little more than a casual laugh for me. More like a casual roundhouse.
    I really liked this entry. Bitterness and sarcasm behind a piece of writing make it that much more entertaining…well, for me at least.
    Keep it up.

  10. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 5:33 am

    OK nurse shoulda hadoukened her Chun Li style, not only for the sake of exacting revenge for the vandalism of the book, but for the sake of awesomeness…

  11. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 5:33 am

    OK nurse shoulda hadoukened her Chun Li style, not only for the sake of exacting revenge for the vandalism of the book, but for the sake of awesomeness…

  12. Ruela said, on February 6, 2007 at 6:57 am

    Thank you for writing another great rant! I’m loving this new stuff…
    Now I see you haven’t been in Japan for THAT long: Thank God you still don’t want to think about 14 year old Japanese girls bleeding from the snatch, because several guys on the Internet seem to think otherwise. Congratulations on keeping your sanity!
    And now I’ll download GT Onizuka…

  13. Lauren said, on February 6, 2007 at 8:30 am

    How could someone ruin a book that way?! That’s horrible!
    These kids remind me alot of the catholic high school I went to. The teachers couldn’t do alot because the PTA would kick their ass for hurting their precious darlings. Unless the kid was Protestant, then they were fair game. Not that I’m bitter or anything, no siree. So there’s way to make the kids behave until they get beaten down by the system in high school? That’s incredibly depressing.
    And what exactly have you been doing since your JET term ended? : O I have been anxious to know!

  14. MCHEVA said, on February 6, 2007 at 10:03 am

    Fire fly mentioned you in his blog is this the first gaijin blog crossover??

  15. HalfNelson said, on February 6, 2007 at 10:28 am

    I laughed about five times while reading this piece. I believe that’s enough testament to the quality of writing to refute Sam’s doubts.
    I’m still surprised that you’re the second most trafficked Rudius site. Way to pull the upset.

  16. ken said, on February 6, 2007 at 11:16 am

    ,north korea should nuke them .i mean really .. i live in japan .and i know its hell over here when your a gaijin .. its like they have a beast inside them or something

  17. Mary Catherine said, on February 6, 2007 at 11:32 am

    I have a feeling that Sam doesn’t know what s/he’s talking about.
    Maybe the writing style changed a little…but I can’t tell the difference. I can’t say I’d care either. The stories are great no matter what.
    And I love bitterness in writing, sometimes it provides the best humor that can’t be achieved without it! 😀
    Mary Catherine

  18. Claire said, on February 6, 2007 at 11:41 am

    “If it were me, while the girl would be telling me about how much agony she was in, I’d be slowly but surely kick-sliding her chair away from anything valuable of mine she could possibly get blood all over.”
    Even if the girl is Ultimate Sweetness?

  19. killryancooke said, on February 6, 2007 at 11:50 am

    man larry wins something so fierce that it has to be in a cage and then later promoted by p.t. barnum.
    i do feel for you though. children can be quite the handful. i know i was.

  20. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 1:29 pm

    Punch in the stomach my ass more like a chuck norris kick to the gob. Little brat ripped a page out of my book i would send his/her pansy ass flying through the door/window/atmosphere like a cannonball.

  21. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 1:29 pm

    Punch in the stomach my ass more like a chuck norris kick to the gob. Little brat ripped a page out of my book i would send his/her pansy ass flying through the door/window/atmosphere like a cannonball.

  22. Wayland said, on February 6, 2007 at 1:42 pm

    Do you ever hear, “Sweep the leg Az!” like in The Karate Kid? If so…have you ever snuck a sweep in? I know you’re a big guy and all so it might be hard to do it quickly but surely you must have tried?

  23. ShadowCell said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:14 pm

    “Me: Yeah. Come closer a little bit. Ok, right there. (gives the boy a Rocky-championship winning punch to the gut)
    Boy: Huuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhh!
    Me: Hmm yes. I’m pretty sure you’re experiencing pain because someone punched you in the stomach. You’d better take it easy for a period or two. You’ll just have to make up that math quiz.”
    Losing some weight wouldn’t hurt either.

  24. mephy said, on February 6, 2007 at 3:56 pm

    *smacks you in the head* BAD GAIJIN. ALWAYS RESPECT THE VAGINAL BLEEDING.

  25. Zantetsu said, on February 6, 2007 at 4:16 pm

    To Hell with the PTA. Fine, she wants to ruin her life. When she purposely vandalises my personal belongings, I’d cleave her hands off and sell them to random otaku. I don’t know about you or the Japanese but I believe in retributive justice: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a torn hand for a torn book.
    Now I can truly understand how fucked up Japan is…
    PS. Being a migrane sufferer I used that to my advantage to skip whole days of school way back when blaming it on that. It’s not Japan, but it worked.

  26. J said, on February 6, 2007 at 5:51 pm

    I know EXACTLY what you mean about wanting to smash kids in the face with bricks- I worked at a daycare. It’s hard trying to convey just how FREAKIN MUCH THEY DESERVE IT- I don’t care that they’re kids! Especially when they start biting…literally.

  27. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 7:41 pm

    —Even before my desk was moved, I was vaguely aware that some girls would come to OK Nurse’s desk, simply complain about “not feeling well”, and bury their heads in their arms for an hour or two. Many times, they’d come in and take their temperature. I also noticed that this always happened around the same week every month, and it was usually the same girls every time. I wondered if this was some sort of galactic coincidence, or perhaps a higher, well-thought-out conspiracy to get the girls out of classes.—
    That made me ROTFLOL real hard, because, perhaps because I am a girl who has it really bad during her time of the month, I cannot imagine anyone being so clueless about them. (No offence.)
    Thank you for the post. I enjoyed reading it.
    Anna.

  28. Anonymous said, on February 6, 2007 at 7:41 pm

    —Even before my desk was moved, I was vaguely aware that some girls would come to OK Nurse’s desk, simply complain about “not feeling well”, and bury their heads in their arms for an hour or two. Many times, they’d come in and take their temperature. I also noticed that this always happened around the same week every month, and it was usually the same girls every time. I wondered if this was some sort of galactic coincidence, or perhaps a higher, well-thought-out conspiracy to get the girls out of classes.—
    That made me ROTFLOL real hard, because, perhaps because I am a girl who has it really bad during her time of the month, I cannot imagine anyone being so clueless about them. (No offence.)
    Thank you for the post. I enjoyed reading it.
    Anna.

  29. Caged Penguin said, on February 6, 2007 at 9:18 pm

    Dude, I wouldn’t give em a punch or kick to the breadbasket.. I’d give em Ryu Ken hurricane like kicsk to the gut for that stomache ache crap.
    But you can’t really blame them for being like that.
    just keep in mind what kind of life they have to look forward to after school.
    You said it yourself, girls = gotta marry and produce kids after high school and guys gotta go to college and get a job and work 16 hours and still be rabbit enough to produce kids.
    man Japan is seriously screwed up =p
    Thanks for the post AZ.
    Keep em coming!
    Curtis Cage.

  30. Will T said, on February 7, 2007 at 12:52 am

    Aye, any chance we’ll get an update soon on what you’re doin in the country now since leaving JET? I’ve always gotten around the whole “not being able to hit the lil fuckers” by just hitting the lil fuckers in the right places. “Accidents” are your friend. I also like posting to this during school hours. just seems appropriate…

  31. BrianfromNazareth said, on February 7, 2007 at 2:56 am

    I’ve got a slight fealing that use of rectal thermometers would be a great cure for stomach cramps.
    As for acts of malicious violence against books (especially mine), being a bookworm, it trigers my berserker mode. When I was ten, some kid did that to me and I tried to bite of the arm that did the foul deed.

  32. My boss, my gaijin said, on February 7, 2007 at 3:41 am

    I’m liking your new stuff too, hooray!
    What happened after the girl ripped the page out? Complete silence falls upon the staffroom and she walks out slowly, unharmed?

  33. dave said, on February 7, 2007 at 8:01 am

    I’m sure you have already thought of sending the whole gettho school students on the Battle Royal island.

  34. AutumnFire said, on February 7, 2007 at 10:07 am

    Take your stress out on one of these. http://darkdiamond.net/web-notes/warioware-should-have-this/ . Lord, those Japanese are FREAKY!!!

  35. treetopapple said, on February 7, 2007 at 3:29 pm

    “Ghandi would be throwing bricks. Well, maybe just one brick, because Ghandi was kinda scrawny and I imagine he could really only power one out before getting tired. But he’d make that one count, I promise you.”
    OH, I laughed SO hard at that part. Glad to see you’re still writing new stuff!

  36. Runs With Scissors said, on February 7, 2007 at 10:25 pm

    cramps are no laughing matter. seriously… but yeah, great post ^___^ I sure wish my school nurse had been that nice…;___;

  37. Amasis said, on February 8, 2007 at 7:09 pm

    That school needs Akutsu Maya-Sensei from “The Queen’s Classroom”

  38. Arkbean said, on February 8, 2007 at 11:18 pm

    hey Az, did you check the article on Firefly’s blog? he says he met you. http://firefly.yourjapan.jp.
    Ark

  39. Anonymous said, on February 9, 2007 at 10:37 am

    You liked Battle Royale, right?

  40. Anonymous said, on February 9, 2007 at 10:37 am

    You liked Battle Royale, right?

  41. Excel-2007 said, on February 9, 2007 at 5:24 pm

    Why do you have a “favorite pencil” in the midst of people like them? And at your age, no less?

  42. Tyler D said, on February 9, 2007 at 9:57 pm

    Nice one Az.

  43. blacknasian said, on February 13, 2007 at 3:03 pm

    hahah sweep the leg az! sweep the leg!

  44. Mr. Bomberman said, on February 13, 2007 at 9:13 pm

    Jesus christ.

  45. Edward the Magnificent said, on June 3, 2007 at 2:52 pm

    I see I wasn’t the only one to think of Onizuka while reading this.
    Seriously, those brats need a German Suplex. That’s flat out rediculous. I think people destroying my personal property files up and beyond what the school would *allow* me to do.

  46. Bobbie said, on July 13, 2007 at 6:58 pm

    If I were a teacher, I would have been fired a long time ago… Haha

  47. Chrono said, on July 29, 2007 at 12:57 am

    Oy, that last girl should have beaten within an INCH of her poor excuse of a life for ripping that page out. What would you do if Ultimate Sweetness was bullied? I’m sure 1000 crazy Gaijin men (and maybe a few women) would fly to Japan and GS those kids. BTW, that would be thanks to you, Az. 😉
    How did Japan pull off the image for the Japanese school being a model of education?

  48. Ceri Cat said, on September 27, 2007 at 5:45 am

    Rectal thermometers? *chuckles* Remember these are the kids that have been trying to kancho Az for years. I doubt having a thermometer shoved up their butts would make them reconsider the fake illness. It’s a heck of a lot more pleasant than fingers or hands (rectal exams are humiliating).

  49. Poison. said, on February 19, 2008 at 5:41 pm

    I just find your comments about the girl’s periods truly sad and sick. That pretty much sounds like the girls have done something wrong for having periods, or are somehow “dirty/unclean”. Reminds me of some of the texts from the Old Testament, except that those were written thousands of years ago. Otherwise I like your blog, but…


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