Today is my school’s cultural festival. Arriving at school early in the morning, the teachers gave me a few pointers on which areas to visit. Because the third year students normally want to sell out of food before noon, a few teachers told me to go there as soon as possible.
With many first and second year students advertising their class/club’s exhibitions and activities, I somewhat wonder if they’re the same low-profile, slightly nodding off students from the English classes. One of the most amusing things I saw in the morning is a third-year student dressed up as a potato advertising for hot potato.
As class 3-1’s homeroom teacher finish counting down to the opening of the food stalls, many people, both from the school and visitors, rushed to line up. I managed to buy one item from each of the stands. The two stalls I initially planned on skipping (hotdog on a stick and buttered hot potato) turned out a lot better than I thought they would.
After the food stalls, I made my way to the second floor of the school building, where a PTA member directed me to mini Halloween wreaths crafting. It was fun, but getting the bits and pieces to stick to the wreath was a nightmare. Somehow, I managed to finish before the opening of the event I wanted to go to most: the light music club’s live concert.
I spent a good two hours listening to the bands’ performances. Their covers were pretty good, but their original songs were even better. Because it’s the first time I’ve been to a cultural festival, I left the concert early to see what the other classes and clubs were doing.
The illustration club displayed their artwork, giving out freebies. I took two small laminated works after browsing around and then left.
Because I’ve gone to the game club (slightly) more often than any other clubs so far, I decided to stop by and see how they’re doing. It was pretty much the same as usual. Most of the boys were playing fighting games on consoles while the girls played the Game of Life board game. After greeting the club president, I headed off to the next area.
One of the second year classes had a minigame bazaar set up. They were very amused as they tried to give me instructions in English (“______ sensei, go straight!”). I went through the minigames as they directed me through. First, I tried to fish for bouncy balls in a pool of water using only a fork, then it was ring toss, beanbag toss, and finally whack-a-mole. The moles they made out of cardboard and tape were adorable as they peered at me through their holes before the game started. I did manage to hit all of them though.
The next location was on the same floor – a haunted house. To a few students’ surprise, I went in alone. The room was dark, but we were allowed to use our cellphone flashlights. It was pretty well done. There were chairs falling over suddenly (hidden students behind a curtain), corpses (students), and even a fog machine set up. As I walked out of the room, I was amazed at all the efforts put into it and reminded of how pathetic my college’s “house of horrors” was in comparison.
My final stop was the tea ceremony room. I was hesitant at first, but a student noticed me at the door and beckoned me in. Aside from preparing the tea (handled by the club’s members), there’s many rules to accepting and drinking the tea as well as returning the teacup.
Although some teachers say that our school’s is a pretty small event, I think it was pretty well done. Did I manage to create a better bond with the students? Probably not, but it was fun nonetheless.
(Sorry for the wall of text, but to protect the student’s, school’s, and my own identity, I don’t plan on posting any pictures here.)