A day of drama


I told the penis day story to a teacher at the junior high, who told the principal, who called my main boss, who yelled at my supervisor, and then the principal called the police. Within minutes I had my supervisor running into the doors of the school to "talk" to me, and then the police shortly after. Yep, words like wild fire. So I told my story, again. The experience I thought was sort of amusing and confusing has been reinforced into my head that it was a crime. Makes me wonder why showing our body parts is such a bad thing? I mean, granted, it would be different if he was showing little kids or something like that. But it does make me wonder.
Other than that I have been swamped under deadlines and things to do, and it just keeps piling up. Make up classes for students who are behind in their studies, fundraisers, information packages, regular classes, and on top of that I am suppose to have time to study Japanese. Pipe dream really.
I have one free day not covered in pen on my calendar, the 23rd. And it is a national holiday.
Soon.