So I’m sitting in the staffroom minding my own business. At the moment, there’s a meeting of all the teachers directly related to classes in the first, second and third years, essentially the entire school. This means there are fuck all teachers in the staffroom. Just me, the vice-principal, the librarian and a support science teacher. The vice-principal gets a phone call (he was asleep at his desk at the time, it’s that quiet in here) and answers with all the usual formalities. The person on the other end obviously asks if there are any teachers around, and good old VP has a look around, “well, there’s Mrs. M (the science lady) and the librarian is also here…” a short pause then, “yes, all the teachers are in a meeting. Yes. Yes. OK, I’ll send her down.” Wow, would you believe it? I have aquired the secret art of invisibility. I’m free to prance around the school and people won’t even acknowledge my existence. I am a ghost. A shadow. A wraith.

I’m going to use my newfound powers to sod off home two hours early.

Posted in Japan on Friday March 11, 2005.

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