It was a Friday afternoon and as tends to always happen, I get up to do my 'ahh the end of another mind-numbing day' stretch when a flood of students break into my office suddenly needing a "native check" of some critically important 100 word essay or bullshit journal entry on who their hero is. (I swear to God that's what they call it. That's my role at Academic School. The "native").
But what they had brought me was a stack of shit that was actually intended for another teacher. So I accepted it then brought it over to the teacher and explained what they were. I got the best look of stupidity combined with serious attitude I've ever gotten in Japan from this bitch. We had quite a problem. I was left standing here with this stack of papers, my dignity in shreds, and she was basically refusing to take them. I tried to explain yet again what this was and why it was intended for her, but it was only met with this blank, stupid, confrontational stare.
Having become a master of non-verbal communication since my time in Japan I verbally answered the question that she was non-verbally asking me. "I want you to take these, that's why I'm here." (Clearly, I've learned nothing about the virtues of being indirect.)
While it's true she was probably pissed that I basically did the same thing to her that these students did to me a few minutes ago, the last thing I needed was a fucking stare-down. After it became apparent that if she didn't take them from my hands they were going to end up on the floor as I walked out of her office, she thought better of it and accepted.
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