Through the Eyes of a Wombat

Despite it being two weeks before easter, I was employed today to be the Easter Bunny - and despite Sarah's insistence, I did not have to dress up.
I was recruited on Saturday night at RAYs English Party, and had to travel to another english school - one full of bratty little children. Japanese ten year old boys are the rudest, most obnoxious life forms I have ever encountered on the face of this planet. None of them ever stopped talking, the volume in the room was almost at painful levels the whole time. The teacher, or so she seemed to be, had convinced herself that the children were not talking, and simply talked over them at a normal level, so I doubt there was anyone in the room who could hear what she was saying.
I gave each child a coloured hard boiled egg (taking special care to leave the kids reaching out and snatching until last), and they were instructed to colour them in and draw patterns all over the eggs. I also had to explain to the children that this is what we do at easter... no matter how many times I told the woman that we do not, she insisted that I did. I think when I was in grade 2 I may have done that, once, at school, but I dont know anyone who regularly does this at home. I tried to explain that easter eggs in Australia are made from chocolate and covered with coloured aluminium foil (they dont have these in japan at all... hint hint...).
Rule number #826 of teaching children: Do not give them food that can be thrown, squashed, sprinkled on the floor, or smushed into other students hair.
Theres a photo of the floor after they had finished drawing on the eggs - I have no idea how so much came to be on the floor so soon. I missed getting a photo of the kid with egg through his hair, and also couldnt take a photo of the egg jammed into the exhaust pipe of the car parked out the front (someone else's car - owner unknown). They are in for a surprise when they try to start the engine. I told the woman not to try and poke it with a stick - all it would do would be to push the egg further inside.
She pokes it with a stick about a centmetre thick.
The egg goes further inside.
She exclaims in surprise "Oh, it went further inside!"

Sigh...

Its been raining all day, but slacking off now. Time to go and eat some ramen then go to the internet cafe and post this. Will probably be the last time I go to this internet cafe....

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