Small world, after all

I work at seven different elementary schools, and while they all have their charms, I find two of them particularly interesting. Kazusa has four elementary schools with a total enrollment of slightly less than 300. For a rural area, this isn’t remarkable in itself, but you would probably expect the students to be evenly apportioned amongst the four schools, with 60-80 students attending each. In fact, quite the opposite is true. Higashi elementary school, across the street from my apartment, has about 180 students. Noda, the second largest, has around 70. The last two schools–Tsubami and Yamaguchi–have 18 and 12 students, respectively. All four schools serve grades one through six.

It isn’t just the tiny size of the schools that I find unusual. It’s that they exist in relatively close proximity to one another. Yamaguchi is 10 minutes from Higashi by car, maybe less. Tsubami is slightly further from my apartment, but it’s on the same side of the river as Noda, so the distance between them is probably around 10 minutes as well. And yet, while it would seem that they have four public schools doing the work of two, Kazusa keeps them all operational and fully staffed.

All this begs the question: why not absorb Tsubami and Yamaguchi into the two larger schools? I don’t know, exactly, but I think there are a few factors that play into the decision. First, busing doesn’t seem to exist here the way it does in America. I’ve heard tell of school buses in other, presumably larger districts, but I haven’t seen anything of the sort in Kazusa. Indeed, the vast majority of students walk or ride their bike to school. It’s hard to say whether that is just a by-product of having four schools–in that one of the four is walking distance from just about anywhere in Kazusa–or whether they have four schools specifically so that all students can commute on foot if necessary. The varied topography of Kazusa also plays a role. Both Tsubami and Yamaguchi are separated from the main part of Kazusa Town by mountains (Yamaguchi literally means “mouth of the mountain”). In addition, having their own elementary school seems to be a source of pride for both neighborhoods. When I was at Yamaguchi, they were preparing the school for Sports Day (more on that in a minute), and at least 15 older men from the community turned up to help out. That’s a considerable show of support for a school with 12 total students.

Lastly, I think inertia is a factor. Tsubami and Yamaguchi both have these wonderful single-story wood buildings that look nothing like the institutional facilities of other Japanese schools. In a way, they would seem more fitting of a museum or gallery than a school, if not for all the cartoons and screaming children. You can tell just by walking through them that they are relics of the era in which they were built, when every neighborhood needed its own school because commuting by car wasn’t a reality. To an extent, I think, they exist because they have always existed, and nobody at the Board of Education can bear to shut them down. Which is a good thing, because they are delightful places to work.

A school this small affords some unique benefits to its teachers. For one thing, it is very easy to engage individually with each student, because there are no more than six of them in a given class (and often four or fewer). This also means that students are very well behaved even by Japanese standards, which is saying something. It’s hard to get away with mischief in the back of the class when there are only three desks in the room. And, lastly, you can actually learn your students names–with only 12 of them, you really don’t have any excuse.

All the elementary schools have Sports Day on the same Sunday, so while I was at Yamaguchi for the setting up, I went to Higashi for the actual event because it’s so close to my apartment. For much of the past month, I have watched the students at my various elementary schools practicing marching and dance routines for Sports Day, and it all seemed quite silly and excessive until the curtain went up and I saw what Sports Day really entails. It is a massive production, with banners and flags festooned all around the schoolyard, and party tents erected all around the track so that spectators can watch from the shade. And there were plenty of spectators. At Higashi alone, there had to be over a thousand people in attendance, making Sports Day by far the largest gathering I have witnessed in Kazusa to date.

And the event itself, my goodness. It lasts for six hours, and apart from a break for lunch, the action is virtually continuous. Races, relay races, marches, elaborate dance routines, wacky obstacle courses, and a tug of war, all precisely scheduled and choreographed down to the minute. Sports Day has everything, except actual team sports, of which there are none. But it isn’t all the students–there are special events for teachers and parents to get involved and make fools of themselves, too. I took some pictures and video, and while I don’t have time to upload it now, it may make an appearance over the weekend.

I’ve got a few other items to relate, but they seem like another post entirely, so I’ll hold off and leave you with another installment of everyone’s favorite serial, Curiosities of Japan. In this episode: Drug Culture in Japan!

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before in this space, but the Japanese regulate drugs extremely carefully. This includes traditionally controlled substances like marijuana or opiates, but in Japan, virtually all prescription medications are controlled substances. Something as simple as contact lenses requires a nauseating amount of paperwork to bring into the country, even in quantities that are only suitable for personal use.

And yet… one of my middle-school students brings a towel with him to school emblazoned with the phrase, “No Reggae, No Life, No Ganja, No Life.” I asked him if he knew what it meant and he just shrugged, so I’m assuming he just likes the rasta color-scheme. This is amusing to me because the Japanese think that American laws regarding drug use are permissive, but there is no way–no way–a student would be allowed to bring an item like that to school in the US. I have to guess that none of the teachers know what it means, either, because it isn’t like he’s hiding it at all. There’s another student that has a sticker on his pencil case that says “Cannabis” above a picture of a pot leaf.

So the next time a Japanese person tells you that American drug culture is morally reprehensible–which I’m sure happens on a daily basis–you tell him that Peter Tosh wants his towel back.

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Get whet

It’s true, I try to lead an interesting and somewhat hedonistic lifestyle. But I do this, not for my own personal gratification, but out of a sense of loyalty to you, my reader. See, I think you deserve better than the occasional soporific account of my day-to-day tedium. I’m quite certain you’ve got enough tedium in your life as it is, without having to dip into my reserves to get your fill. (Although if you are in need of excess tedium, there are a half-dozen abortive posts about the hazards of ironing dress pants up on my auxiliary blog, mopleatsmoproblems.fuckiburnedmyself.wordpress.com).

No, the gaijin lives a life of intrigue because his disciples demand posts worthy of their sophistication and distinguished breeding. But therein lies a problem: occasionally, I’m so busy trying to live a life worth reading about that I don’t have time to write about it. That was the case this weekend, when I was out of town for two days and spent all day Sunday at an elementary school sports festival. And, while I am eager to catch you up on all things gaijin, I just haven’t had the time to do a post justice yet. That’s why you’re getting this half-baked nonsense instead.

But fear not, because in the next day or two, I promise there will be food on the table.

One for the aesthetes

You’ll notice, if you somehow haven’t already, that the header on this page has changed. The old image, of Mt. Fuji and cherry blossoms, was one I found on the internet while I was still in the States. I had always planned to swap it out once I actually took some of my own photos and have finally gotten around to doing so.

The picture you’re seeing right now is the sun setting over Kazusa as seen from my front door. I haven’t decided yet if it is destined to be a permanent fixture and will probably try a few other photos as well. If you are interested in such things, please feel free to let me know if there are any that you particularly like or do not like. Not that it will make a difference–I just want you to feel as though you’ve been heard.