Today I covered for a teacher who had a death in the
family. After lunch I sat in the staff
room reading when a tall, graying teacher approached me.
“What’s your name?”
“Guaria-sensei.” I
showed him the name tag hanging around my beck.
“What’s your name?”
“Tajima. I’m Tajima.”
“Tajima-sensei?”
“Yes.”
“You are very tall.”
“Yes.”
“Are you basketball player?”
“No, my sport is swimming.”
“Okay!” With that
he turned and walked away. Another awkward conversation, I think to myself. But, honestly, I don’t mind too much, because
I’ve had so few social interactions in the last two months, that I’ll even welcome
a few odd exchanges.
Kyoto-sensei, who heard us, looks up and says, “He’s our
school principal.”
“He’s the kocho-sensei?”
I can’t even hide my surprise.
“Yes.”
Okay, then.
06/2020
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