45 3.2- Dreadful Juku and Swimming Beauties. (1/2)
The teacher was Japanese and was teaching the English Language in Japanese. Hurr... Hurr... Hurr... Is there something wrong with the education system during that time? Actually, there's nothing wrong with the education system except for the lack of native English speaking teachers that Aeon Corp engages to teach elementary school teachers in grasping the English Language.
No wonder I had to sit through the juju for English lessons. It was all topsy turvy and expressions used were all Jedi-like from the manner of speech by Yoda. Such as ”Walk to school I used to every day.” was such an example of my exaggeration.
A few students take their turns to read a few paragraphs each and my turn came. I held the book at eye level and begin to read. English was my mother tongue and was an overall curriculum so I should not have any difficulties in both conversational or written English.
The teacher was taken aback at my sudden comprehension of the English language that he asked me to read a short poem instead. So I read out to the class again. The teacher asked me in Japanese whether I had a private tutor at home and even if I am utterly poor at the Japanese language, the words and sentences were automatically translated back in my mind as English. As I replied in English, it automatically came out as spoken Japanese.
Wow! I'm sure getting the hang of it very well.
The teacher decided to strike off my name until the end of the semester for the rest of juku in the English Language. Guess I should be able to find employment as a guide for these teachers in mastering the English Language in the near future. Hehehe...
After our juku ended, we bowed and said our thanks to the teacher. Staying back in school for cram lessons is sure such a BIG drag. We had to rush out of school. Rush to grab the metro train. Rush to change main railway lines at the interchange. Rush to be packed like sardines in the train carriages.
I wish I never have to end up in any Metropolitan Japan after this! Be it Singapore, Philippines, Hongkong, China or Malaysia... There is no way to avoid the rush hour and competing with workers returning from work at almost the same time as the juku ended. Unless you have a female companion with you, I don't mind being squeezed at all along with her.
After my juku, I went to the swimming complex at our school sporting hall to meet up with Akira after her swimming sessions. I reached the indoor swimming complex and it was quite packed with swimmers taking turns at one end with their coaches at the sidelines, with handheld loudhailers and stopwatches in their hands.
I discovered that almost all swimmers were girls! With their hair under their Speedo caps. Everyone was equipped with hand fins and short flippers and after completing a lap, they would leave the pool and do a rotational session of chin-ups, bench press and back squats before putting on their flippers and fins repeating the whole process again.
If it was me, I think the coaches would find me at the bottom of the pool 'crawling' after two or three sets of those 'torturous' swimming lessons.
Actually, these sessions done after completing a lap enhances their propulsive swimming muscles. And watching the beauties raising themselves up from the pool from the jumping block, their tight one-piece swimsuits, their ample firm breasts, their curvy bodies and one that spouts water from her mouth at me as she ran past me after removing the fins and flippers (Akira, who else does that) well... Makes me want to jump in after them like a shark after its prey.
Seems Akira and the rest were enjoying themselves during that afternoon sessions and after one more lap and a succession of land exercises, one of the coach blew a long hard shrill whistle to indicate the end of today's training.