Everything was going along fine until the day I noticed a boy use the urinal, turn around and walk straight out of the restroom without washing his hands. I hadn’t meant to see it, but the boys’ room door was always open, and the urinals were lined up opposite the door. My mind began making connections. Those are the same hands I’ve been high fiving! Aside from general little boy germs, I had baby penis germs on my hands!
When that six-month contract came to an end and I got a job at an English village, I made a point to encourage kids with fist bumps instead of high fives. Knuckles are a bit less germy than palms, I figured. Most of my students were junior high schoolers (ages 12-15). I was unprepared for their response to fist bumps. The boys, in particular, thought it was the coolest thing EVER. I was supposed to stamp their class participation passports, but some of them preferred getting fist bumps over stamps.
One boy from Bucheon asked “Teacher, you have boyfriend?” I answered, “No, do you want to be my boyfriend?” This response usually made the asker blush and retreat, but this bold kid said, “Yes! Wait me! Wait me five years!” I was not ready. Was it my fabulous wit and beauty or was it the fist bumps? Outside of class they’d find the smallest excuse to approach me in the hope of getting an extra fist bump. Then they’d look back at their friends as if they’d just fist bumped a famous NBA player. Considering that most of my high school students in the U.S. thought I was the very opposite of cool, this tickled me to no end.
Fast forward to my first school in Japan, both the students and teachers thought fist bumps were super kakkoi. The social studies teacher put a photo of me on the front page of the eighth grade homeroom newsletter. In it I was fist bumping a student. Months later, while checking out the teachers’ shared drive, I came across dozens of photos of me fist bumping students which had been taken by the tenth grade homeroom teacher during my first couple weeks there.
Who knew that, in my quest to encourage nervous students AND avoid their germs, I’d stumble onto the magic key to coolness in Asia? The students I teach now love it, probably because it’s new (to them) and because they’d only ever seen it on television. Whatever the reason, I’m going to ride this wave of coolness because if I return to teach in the U.S., I’ll go back to being the strict,
nerdy, uncool teacher.
March 4, 2020
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