The next few weeks are nothing more than an elaborate chess game, and The Sensei are all worried which science teacher will be swapped for a calculus rook, which English queen will be traded for a Chinese-speaking pawn. The Big Kahuna and K-town’s principal have closed door meetings in the afternoon with the teachers’ pictures spread before them like playing cards. They’re deciding how many teachers they will transfer, and from which subjects. What will the panoply look like without Gregory Peck Sensei’s famous face, Gonzo Sensei’s debate finesse? Where should we send these teachers? A commercial school? An art school? North to the city hub of Japanese gangsters?
In theory they’re looking at the yearly evaluations, students’ comments from class, colleague opinions as they make these decisions. In practicality no one knows how these decisions are made–or why. O Sensei has been at K-town’s school for 20 years, an obscenely long time in one place by Japanese standards. Ms. Delicious and Mount Fuji Sensei were both new last April. They turned up at school freshly scrubbed with cardboard boxes of textbooks and tapes. On average, teachers stay at a school for three years before they’re transfered, so they can follow the students from one year to the next, although there are clearly exceptions. T-Rex Sensei has been teaching the third year students for the last seven years. Ms. Delicious says no one is safe, even her. Gonzo Sensei, her back problems finally under control, wants to move with the Superhero class when they become third year students.
But no one will know anything until March 21st, next Friday.
After next Friday they have ten days to pack their desks, say their good-byes and slip in a quick vacation before they report to their new schools for the start of the year. Curriculum meetings have already begun, and preliminary plans are being drawn. The reality that we could lose O Sensei, our undisputed leader and mastermind, makes these attempts half-hearted at best. We could do this, we could do that, we could have these lessons or not. Next Friday O Sensei will sit at her desk, waiting to see if she’s called for a private meeting in the principal’s office–it can only mean one thing.
The Big Kahuna not only decides who stays at school, but he decides what they will do here. The Sensei are told which grade they will teach, if they will be homeroom teachers, and what extra duties they might have. O Sensei, the tea ceremony supervisor for over a dozen years, may have to turn over the keys and the Sado Sensei’s phone number. Gonzo Sensei, the swim leader, will get rid of the pool keys. Ms. Delicious, the English club leader, will no longer approve masks and markers as expenses for our Halloween party.
It’s nail-biting time, and makes everyone feel a unique kinship with the third year students still waiting on results from University entrance exams. The third year students trickle into the staff room during the sunny afternoons. They whisper something in their homeroom teacher’s ear, and then an announcement is made and the whole room erupts in applause. In the next few days their name and the name of their university is typed onto a plastic strip and hung in the hallway.
The peach blossoms are out, the plum blossoms are about to fall, and in two weeks, when it’s cherry blossom time, everything will have been decided. It’s just that now we keep seeing shots of pink as the buds begin to open and our hearts beat a little faster, thinking the results are in. We’re still a week away, and in the meantime The Sensei are correcting entrance examinations, deciding which junior high school students will be first year students next year. They spend all morning and afternoon wielding red pens, their seconds sitting behind them waiting to give them a sip of water, a fresh red marker, a pat on the back. Everyone wants to admit the best and brightest students. They may or may not be teaching here next year, but if they are they don’t want to deal with the guilt of admitting a less than stellar student–of exam sabotage.
I wasn’t really aware what was happening last year, with the transfers. I was told the results a week after the fact and honestly, they didn’t affect me that much. I like the new teachers we’ve gotten this year as a result. But this year I’ve built bonds with some of the teachers. Gonzo Sensei and I crafted arguments and spent late nights eating smoked almonds and going over rebuttal speeches with the debate teams. One of the front office workers has just brought paperwork for me to stamp. I will be paid $200 for all my debate overtime this fall. And if Gonzo Sensei has to come into the teacher’s room next Friday and whisper in my ear that she’s headed off into the rice fields, I will probably not react with wild applause. I can tell you this: The Sense work way more overtime than I do, and don’t get paid for it. You’d think they’d want to keep these teachers around as long as possible.