親戚の叔母の法事で広島にいる。
僕の親戚は、どういうわけか、僕と同じ高校出身者が多い。
みんながその高校の近くに住んでいるわけではないのに。
で、同窓の親戚と、そういえば２限と３限の間の休憩は15分と、通常の休憩より5分長かったけど、なんのことはない、みんな校庭に並ばされて、その高校の名前が冠されたオリジナルの体操をやらされていたよね。という話とか。舟入高校体操というんですけどね。
あれは今なら、強制的に体操させられるなんて、休憩時間じゃないじゃないですか！と先生に意見するだろうけど、あの頃は、まあそういうもんだと思ってて、いい加減に体操をしてお茶を濁していた。
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中学の時から体育の先生が好きになれない
僕は、体育の先生は当時から嫌いで（当時から、ということは今も嫌いということです。当時から、というか中学の時から嫌いです）、何しろみんな頭が悪そうで（「そうで」です、あくまでも。僕の主観です）、教師という立場で偉そうにしていたのがほんと、嫌だった。
しかも、なんか、女子を見るめがいやらしく、それは当時の僕もそうだったかもしれないが、何しろこちらは高校生。あちらはいいおじさんなんだから自制しろよ、ということだ。
結局、教え子と結婚したり、妙なデートに誘ったりしてたけどな。
また、ずっとジャージで学校中をうろちょろしているのも嫌だった。
そんな普段着でだらしない格好で歩き回るなよ、とも思ってた。
一方、僕は数学のT先生が好きだった。
その先生はいつもスーツだった。必ずネクタイを着用していた。
生徒に対するリスペクトを僕もしっかり感じ取ることができた。
以前、このサイトにも書いた、T先生ではない別の数学の先生なんか「人間とは時間の関数である、と僕は思ってるが」とか。何言ってるの？全然違いますけど、みたいなことを偉そうに言っていたけど。（「高校の学食に早飯の教師を見た」）
T先生は、そんな戯言は言わず、ただただ情熱的に数学を生徒に教え、問いかけていた。
定期テストの日
中間か期末か忘れたけど、高校3年の定期テストの時の話。
テストは午前中で終わった。普通は少しでも早く家に帰って勉強するんだろうけど、な友人5人で、2ゲームだけボーリングをしてから帰ろう、ということになった。
テストに反抗して、とかそんなことではなく、時間があるから、ボーリング、と言った感覚だった。
路面電車に15分くらい乗ってたわいのない話をすると、繁華街の停留所に到着する。
みんなで靴とボールを借りて、レーンに降りると、驚いたことに、隣の隣のレーンに、僕たちの高校の先生のグループがいた。先生たちも午後は休みだからボーリングをしに来ていたのだ。
そこに先ほど話したT先生も、体育のバカどももいなかった。国語と社会の先生のチームだった。音楽の先生もいたな。
面倒だな、と思ったけど、向こうもバツが悪かったのかもしれない。
決して僕らを怒ることもなく、逆に、コーラを奢ってくれた。
僕らは、約束通り、2ゲームほど遊んで、先生たちに挨拶をして帰った。
僕は、その次の日の平均点が35点くらいだった物理のテストで、学年で唯一、100点満点を取った。
これは自慢です。
In high school, I went to a bowling alley on a day when I got home early because of a regular exam, and I ran into a teacher.
Either way, I hate gym teachers.
I'm in Hiroshima for a memorial service for my aunt.
For some reason, a lot of my relatives went to the same high school as me.
Even though we didn't all live near the school.
So, I was talking to a relative from my high school class and we were reminded of the 15-minute break between second and third period, which was five minutes longer than usual, but it was just that we were all lined up in the schoolyard and made to do an original exercise named after our high school. It was called Funairi High School Gymnastics.
If it were me now, I'd probably tell the teacher that being forced to do exercises wasn't really a break! But back then, I just thought that was how it was, and I just did the exercises half-heartedly to get by.
I've never liked my gym teacher since middle school.
I've always hated gym teachers (and by "ever," I mean I still hate them. Ever since then, or rather, since middle school). They all seemed dumb (I say "they seemed," just my opinion), and I really hated how they acted all high and mighty in their positions as teachers.
Also, they looked at girls with a kind of lewd gaze. Maybe I was like that back then too, but we were high school students. They were grown men, so they should control themselves.
In the end, they ended up marrying their students and asking them out on weird dates.
I also hated the way they wandered around school in their tracksuits all the time.
I thought they shouldn't walk around in such casual, sloppy clothes.
On the other hand, I liked Mr. T, my math teacher.
He always wore a suit. He always wore a tie.
I could really sense the respect he had for his students.
I've written about this site before, but another math teacher, not Mr. T, would say things like, "I believe that humans are a function of time." He'd pompously say things like, "What are you talking about? It's completely different," but
Mr. T didn't say nonsense like that. He simply taught and questioned his students about math with passion.
High school regular test day
I can't remember if it was midterm or final, but this happened during my third year of high school.
The exam ended in the morning. Most people would have gone home early to study, but five of my friends and I decided to play two games of bowling before heading home.
It wasn't as a protest against the exam or anything like that; we just had time, so we decided to bowl.
After about 15 minutes of casual conversation on the streetcar, we arrived at a stop in the downtown area.
We all borrowed shoes and balls and got off at the lane. To our surprise, we saw a group of teachers from our high school on the lane next to us. They had the afternoon off, so they were bowling.
Neither Mr. T, whom I mentioned earlier, nor the PE idiots were there. It was a team of Japanese and social studies teachers. There was also a music teacher.
I thought it was a hassle, but maybe they were embarrassed too.
They never got angry with us, and instead bought us a Coke.
As promised, we played a couple of games, said goodbye to the teachers, and then left.
The next day, on the physics test, the average score was around 35, but I was the only one in my grade to get a perfect score of 100.
I'm proud of that.