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FROM THE START:
The Quarter-Japanese Kid hits up the homeland
Tokyo Silence
I'm Oriented
Tilting Towards Kumamoto
Fish Heads and Public Nudity
Halfie the Half-blood falls off his bike
And furthermore: Halfie the Half-blood Breaks a Chair
I Don't Know if I Like Pippi Longstalkings
Tanboy Eats Fish Eyeball
Japanese Communists are Cuddly
Test Your Halfblood Knowledge!
I Scare Small Children
It Was Like a Cuteworld Abby Road
Today's Post Contains Bees. And Profanity.
Typhoons Will Not Stop Me
The Sun Also Sets
Quick Note: Saleem is Not Dead
CORRECTION: Typhoons Scare Me. Lots.
Watch the Tan Kid Blush
Call for Entries: Name My Kids
The Youth Are Quick and True
Open Letter: To the Breaker at City Hall
Halfie Gets a Verbal Sucker Punch
The Kumamoto Drunken Horse Fest
Japanese Houses Hate Halfie's Head
How to Start Your Japanese Rock Band
Halfie's Personal Dignity on Decline
Japanese Sports Day: I Train Young Warriors
Theory: Three Strange Occurences Per Hour
How to Win an iPod While Dressed as a Typhoon
Winnie the (drunken) Pooh
The Earth Quakes
Collecting Japanese Salmon Sperm
Illiterate at 26
Japan's Children Ignore Homeboy's Toothless Face
Japanese Genius Boy Answers Your Question
Our Students Have Respect . For Nelly.
The Young Boxers
Dear 27% of America (Kid Ethnic Registers)
Please Do Not Attempt to Step to My Japanese Rock Band
I play a game with my first-year kids. It’s called “The Row Game”. It’s simple, and common in ESL classes.
It gets quite competitive. You’d be amazed at a human being’s desire to not stand up.
I try to mix easy question in with the hard ones. Keeps things poppin’.
So, after “What was the score of last week’s Brazil vs. Japan game?” or “Who is the happiest yellow Pokemon?” they get “How are you?” or “Are you sleepy?”.
That’s the game we were playing, and the kids were into it.
I pretended to start a complex question but interrupted myself by sudenly shouting an easy one. Such is my wont.
”... so then I want you to try to—- WHAT’S UP!?” I said.
A tall girl in the middle of the row jumped. Twice. Fast.
Her hand waved. She squeaked a little. I pointed at her.
She tilted her head back. Her mouth opened wide.
“I AM NOTHING!” she yelled.
The room was quiet.
She smiled and looked around. A brief conference was held among her classmates. A decision was reached. They clapped their approval.
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