My Life Summed Up

This week has been a peculiar one. For the past few days junior high school students have infiltrated our hollowed halls of learning. Why? To take tests. To take tests to see if they are, in fact, South High School Material. Apparently, about 87 students take the exams. Four will be shunned. FOUR. How’s that for embarrassing.

So what have the teachers been doing then? Well. Bento lunches have been delivered to school without fail as well as goody bags full of snacks. Delicious Japanese snacks that the teachers no doubt bring along with them to class to munch on as they proctor, while the poor, hungry students looking longingly at the cakes and cookies, plow through what I can only compare to an SAT-length exam.

Do the students get goody bags? Didn’t look like it.

In any case: I normally loathe Fanta commercials. The ones in the States are plain atrocious with a mind-numbingly stupid jingle. These, however, are absolute gems.

I give you, Japanese High Schools. At their finest:

Click: INSOLENCE.

I’m off to go finish off another one of my goody bags full o’ snacks and figure out which sensei I want to be. *munch munch*