Summer break is officially over and classes resume today, so it is back to the same routine. The teachers forgot to tell me to come to the opening ceremony, and as I heard everyone singing the official Ubuyama Chugakko song, I was happy to be left out so that I could read about the discovery of a new order of insect in National Geographic (much more interesting than listening to meaningless speeches). Being invisible has its advantages after all!
Fear the kancho. Imagine little groping hands desperately and endlessly trying to explore the contours and entrance to your ass. Time to put the smack down once more on the preschoolers: Do you smell what the Rock is cookin’!? Gotta make them associate ?kancho? with ?pain and suffering?. But seriously, the kancho is not good for anyone involved. The recipient gets a digit up or near the anal region. The attacker gets a Dirty Sanchez, and usually won?t wash their hands before eating unless they are forced to by their parents or teachers. This is truly a lose-lose situation.