Who Is Dozo Again?
This week was teacher training and orientation which is a fanciful melody of meetings and preparing classrooms. For those of you who do not teach, preparing classrooms turns into trash piles taller than you, desks in 500 arrangements before you find the one you like, making posters, organizing bookshelves, rethinking everything you ever thought or did with teaching your class last year, and otherwise preparing for battle by building your defenses. Without fail, there is a crud-ton of junk leftover from years past that you consider paying people to get rid of.
The massive piles of free unwantables began their growth outside the doors of classrooms Monday morning. If you wanted books, shelves, baskets, dominoes, shells, or a trashcan sporting Felix the Cat on the front, all you needed to do was put your name on it.
By Tuesday, everything had a tag that read "Dozo." As I walked by everyday this week, I racked my brain to figure out who Dozo was and why they wanted piles consisting of everything under the sun from the 1970's. In every staff meeting, I was looking for Dozo. In the lounge, I found no-one by that name. I even checked the teacher mailboxes, but coming up short, figured Dozo was a nickname. By Friday, I wondered why Dozo wasn't picking up their claims.
So I asked my roommates who Dozo was. Amid riotous laughter, I found out...
"Dozo" is the Japanese word for 'free,' 'take,' 'go ahead,' and an informal 'please.'
Dear Dozo,
Thank you so much for donating your junk to the hallway. It has now been removed to better homes or the dumpster. I very much enjoyed our first meeting. Hope to see you again soon with better wares.
Yours truly,
Katelin
The massive piles of free unwantables began their growth outside the doors of classrooms Monday morning. If you wanted books, shelves, baskets, dominoes, shells, or a trashcan sporting Felix the Cat on the front, all you needed to do was put your name on it.
By Tuesday, everything had a tag that read "Dozo." As I walked by everyday this week, I racked my brain to figure out who Dozo was and why they wanted piles consisting of everything under the sun from the 1970's. In every staff meeting, I was looking for Dozo. In the lounge, I found no-one by that name. I even checked the teacher mailboxes, but coming up short, figured Dozo was a nickname. By Friday, I wondered why Dozo wasn't picking up their claims.
So I asked my roommates who Dozo was. Amid riotous laughter, I found out...
"Dozo" is the Japanese word for 'free,' 'take,' 'go ahead,' and an informal 'please.'
Dear Dozo,
Thank you so much for donating your junk to the hallway. It has now been removed to better homes or the dumpster. I very much enjoyed our first meeting. Hope to see you again soon with better wares.
Yours truly,
Katelin
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