Well, the school festival was two weeks ago, but I’m just now getting around to posting this.
At my old school I didn’t really get a chance to experience the culture festival as a whole because I spent the morning of the second day judging the speech contest for junior high students that my high school hosted. In the afternoon I would see the second performance of English play, and by the time that finished the individual homerooms’ and clubs’ “exhibits” would be over.
At my current school my responsibility was to ESS, which means English Speaking Society. In other words, English Club. We decided a few months ago that we were going to have an American Festival. The plan was to have several games: darts, the touch game (手探りゲーム? Milton Bradley makes one called “Feeley Meeley” but I don’t know what you’d call this type of game in English; you put your hands in a box and try to guess what it is you’re touching without looking at it), face painting, fortune telling, and the centerpiece: piñatas!
I explained to the ESS students that “Viva!” was sort of like “banzai!” I also tried to explain that there had been a freakishly adorable TV show called “Viva Piñata,” but I’m not sure how much of an impact that made.
Well, the school said no to face painting (too tattoo-like?) and no to putting candy in the piñatas. No one wanted to take over the responsibility of being fake fortune tellers, so we were left with piñatas, darts, and the touch game. Piñatas are mostly associated with Mexico, and we put konnyaku in the touch game…so ultimately the only “American” part of the “American Festival” was the darts. ^_^; Sure, the U.S. being such a diverse (if segregatedly so) country lets us get away with this but…
Ah, the day of I learned to make balloon animals from the instructions on the balloon’s package. That’s pretty American Festival-ish, right?
As for the piñatas themselves, we made it so that each person only had 30 seconds “at bat.” Well, “at shinai.” We didn’t have a regular stick so we borrowed a bamboo sword from a member of the kendo club. I wish I could share the precious photos of students hitting the piñatas with those formal kendo downward strikes, but alas.
Since we couldn’t put candy in the piñatas, we just put in different color superballs, and people who grabbed a pink or green superball could choose a small prize. We had things like tissue and folding fans with Disney characters, notebooks, mechanical pencils, and glossy bookmarks that I’d brought back with me from Spain. The rest of the prizes (as well as the materials for the rest of the exhibit) were bought with the special “school festival club budget.”
The first day of the festival was just the brass band concert and the chorale competition. The exhibits were opened, but in ESS’ case we didn’t actually let the guests play the games since, in the case of the piñatas, our hard work gets destroyed. The second day we had guests from the community, elementary and middle schoolers, and even a local radio station drop by and check out the zaniness, as well as the students of the school itself.
Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to reinforce the piñatas around where the string is inserted into them, all of them just ripped off the string and ended up on the floor. One pair of youngsters just stuck their hands in the hole to get the superballs, not understanding the “you can hit it until it breaks” concept. The boys of my own school, however, had a blast just beating the life outta the poor piñatas à la suikawari.
(That last sentence was quadrilingual. Nyeh!)
While all this was going on, I sometimes went out of the ESS room to check out the other exhibits and of course, the “Culture Stage” which featured live music. I made sure to check out the band of seniors that went by the name “Williams” because they had L’arc~en~ciel’s “READY STEADY GO” on their set list. I also went to see the shamisen performance of one of the first year students.
Now that bunkasai is over and finals are upon us, we have to plan the farewell party for the senior members of the club. From second semester on, the seniors “retire” from their clubs to make time for studying to get into a university. The ESS members said they wanted to have a piñata party, since they themselves didn’t actually get to play. Part of me sheds a tear whenever a piñata is put out to fulfill its cruel destiny, but ah! such is life. Again I must go to the dastardly enterprise.
Aight, I’ma stop using the thesaurus now.
In case you didn’t learn how to make piñatas while doing full time volunteer work in the AmeriCorps program City Year, here’s a video that shows you how to do it: http://video.about.com/familycrafts/How-to-Make-a-Pinata.htm
Haha, and I learned how to make balloon animals on JET! XD