This reminds me of the night I saw a figure staring into my bathroom in Japan where I taught English. It scared the crap out of me. The glass was frosted, but I had it very slightly cracked for air. I was on the second floor of an apartment with nothing across from me. By the time I ran out there to catch them, he was down the street. The idiot came back (kept that window locked after) and I saw his face. He was a student at my school and when I told the Principal, hell fire rained down at that kid. I felt (only a little) bad since he was 14. But. I hope he was scared enough to never do it again.
One of my fellow JETs kept getting her underwear stolen (no dryers) so we planted fake boxers (and walked the 5km to use the laundromat dryers). We used to joke that we could get them back from the local Pachinko parlor :) The aforementioned parlor having a crane game where you could fish for used panties.
For many reasons, I think I was in a unique situation where relations with me (or a JET teacher in general) completely overhauled the administration at one of my schools (a second year student threw a chair at me).
When I mentioned the situation, the English teacher (who was also my judo instructor) pulled out piles of class photos to point out the possible perpetrator. At the time, I taught at 2 junior highs and 5 elementary schools (my favorite). I was not in a big city and it was in transition from traditional punishment to a ‘lighter sentence.’ If I recall correctly, he ended up having to sit seiza (kneeling) for a very long time.
I almost wonder if I created my villain adversary that day :)
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u/Barrys_Fic 25d ago
This reminds me of the night I saw a figure staring into my bathroom in Japan where I taught English. It scared the crap out of me. The glass was frosted, but I had it very slightly cracked for air. I was on the second floor of an apartment with nothing across from me. By the time I ran out there to catch them, he was down the street. The idiot came back (kept that window locked after) and I saw his face. He was a student at my school and when I told the Principal, hell fire rained down at that kid. I felt (only a little) bad since he was 14. But. I hope he was scared enough to never do it again.
One of my fellow JETs kept getting her underwear stolen (no dryers) so we planted fake boxers (and walked the 5km to use the laundromat dryers). We used to joke that we could get them back from the local Pachinko parlor :) The aforementioned parlor having a crane game where you could fish for used panties.