PTA Bollocks and BBQs

5 Jul

I would have liked to have put Bollocks, BBQs and Beer but that would kind of defeat the purpose of Dry July now wouldn’t it!

Yesterday was the end of term one PTA bollocks – for the entire day.

In the morning I had to hustle to get a translation in that wasn’t due till 5pm but damn, when you have to be out of the house by 9 it has to be done by 9. Then had to head to the kinder to make pizza with Ryu, do twenty minutes of traffic safety and then have an hour-long talk from the teacher on how the kids have grown over the first term and how the kinder and primary school are working at getting kids to play and study more in groups so they experience arguments, and misunderstandings and learn problem solving and resolution skills and don’t turn into one of the teenagers slash young adults you see in Japan today – who is socially retarded and has problem with authority and either cracks it and runs round Akihabara stabbing people, or becomes a politician and cries hysterically on national TV and quite possibly embarrass self so much that perhaps walking round Akihabara waiting for someone to stab him is preferable to continuing to be a politician.

This is of course a direct result of the technological age and children spending too much time on various devices. Am completely for the schools promoting more group work and more outdoor activities. Currently the kinder has cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants and watermelons in the garden, all the kids are growing their own morning-glory flowers, and there is always a huge bucket with countless crabs. And yesterday a snake slid through the sand pit and Ryu came home with dango-mushi or something in his pocket. Which have since gone through the spin cycle 😦

Morning kinder PTA finished just before 12 and was followed by an afternoon of Primary School PTA bollocks starting 50 minutes later. Glad I had heaps of time to whip home and have lunch, clean the house and get ready for English…

First up was class observation. Hub took the afternoon off – quite common for people to rearrange work schedules to fit around PTA duties and participation. In NZ nobody would turn up. He went to Shou’s class and I went to Marina’s. Both classes were doing stories on the war and Marina’s class had the heavy material of a mother who lost her daughter in the Hiroshima bomb and disintegrated into a pile of ashes which the mother scooped up and held, sobbed, and then buried.

We then had a skipping competition in the gym with kids vs parents in the giant skip-off, during which time I had to whip to the kinder to collect Ryu and during which hub nearly put his back out.

Shou’s class (2nd and 3rd graders) won.

I drove Ryu home and left him with Granny K while I went back to the school for the boring bollocks part of the PTA – for which I am head of the student life and publication division. Had to get up and say my bit about dangerous tiles perching precariously on roof tops just waiting to fall off and smack a kid’s head on the way to school. We then got into our little hamlet groups and discussed who would go where this year to request child-safe spots. Places with a yellow ‘child-safe’ spot sticker are places kids can run to if they are in trouble or see a man driving round the area trying to entice them into his car with sweets and a good time in the bamboo grove.

It was then time for individual year bollocks where the teacher talks about the first term and what she expects for the summer holidays, including kids getting up at 6am to do the early morning stretches that are shown on national TV at the same time every morning. I said I’d just take my kids to the park in NZ everyday and let them off their leashes for an hour or so instead.

I had to excuse myself at 4pm to get the English class kids, bring them home with me, teach for an hour, take them back to school, pick up my kids, take them home, make 8 rice balls, chop up some onions and pumpkin, pickle some cucumber, spray the kids with mozzie spray and then head back to the school for the PTA summer BBQ.

Hub was very excited to see the PTA had acquired a keg and beer tap. I was not so excited.

After stuffing selves with meat, chicken wings and sea snails (seriously, I had to detach the poo and insides sack from about five ‘sazae’ for Shou), it started to get dark and all the kids got their torches and headed to the school.

Crazy fuckers.

The 6th grad teacher was inside ready to scare the bejeezes out of them and they all ran back with tales of moving bones, thumps and thuds, and a girl on the stairs….

Here’s hoping they can actually go to school on Monday without shitting themselves!!

SDGH&QL

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2 Responses to “PTA Bollocks and BBQs”

  1. merry July 5, 2014 at 4:36 am #

    That all sounds rather interesting. I’ve always imagined my school’s PTA is just a bunch of women I don’t like talking about boring stuff. 😉 Is it bad that I’ve never bothered to actually find out?

    • gaijinwife July 5, 2014 at 7:12 am #

      haha – no! Our school is so small and everyone is so involved that not going, especially as the only foreigner, stands out. I thought it absolutely ridiculous how much the school expected parents to do but now I think I’m used to it and actually (gasp) think its good that there is so much involvement and we know the teachers and what goes on, and in fact organize half of it, so much!

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