Yesterday we had the graduation ceremony at the junior high school I work at.
A joyous day one would imagine, but in any formal situation the Japanese are fond of long-winded speeches. Yet any speech encountered during the year pales in comparison to those at the borefest that is graduation day.
It feels like every man and his dog are required to speak. With each and every one of them going on, and on, and…
At one point I was half expecting Fidel Castro to make an appearance, and round the proceedings off with a 6-hour finale. Sadly he wouldn’t have been out of place, although his military attire and bushy beard might have caused something of a stir.
Those poor kids.