One of the most basic phrases learned is the Japanese equivalent to good morning: Ohayoo Gozaimasu. When working at a big school like Oomaru chu, I will say it maybe 50 times before 8am. There is a funny effect that happens in a large school too. Normally when someone enters the room, they say good morning and the entire room, or in the case of a large teachers room, just a portion of it, responds. Of course it can work the other way around too. It usually happens that someone has stepped out and when they re-enter they say good morning to the persono they didn’t see before. This sets off a chain reaction of even more good mornings to the same people. Net result, you might say good morning to the same person up to 4 times. Being a man that hates pretense and empty pleasantries, this sticks out. It doesn’t really bother me though, I just look at it as one of those uniquely Japanese quirks. The only exception to this rule is Ms. Eastridge, she tries very hard to pretend I don’t exist, so the only way I can get her to respond to me is if I jump in her airspace and announce it at the top of my lungs.
There is another teacher at this school that looks like a twin to a girl I crushed hard on. We have no meaningful interaction, but she is cool to me, even though I devolve into my jittery, high school self when around her. So an awkward good morning is all I really get. I can’t imagine what her image of me is, but I am pretty sure that it revolves around the thought of me being possibly retarded.