I found it revolting to converse further with such a depraved lot, so I told them, "If you can't admit to what you've done then I'm through listening to you. I pity anyone who's in middle school and still can't discern decency from indecency." And with that I sent the six of them away. I may not be very refined in my speech and appearance, but I believe I'm far nobler in spirit than these folks. The six of them calmly took their leave. Outwardly they appeared more dignified that me, their instructor. But in fact they were all the more malicious for maintaining their composure. I would never have had such gall.
When I got back into bed, I heard the buzzing of mosquitos. They must have flown in during all the commotion. I couldn't go after them one at a time with the candlestick, so I unhooked the netting rings, folded the netting lengthwise, and shook it back and forth. One of the rings whipped around and impacted smartly against the back of my hand. The third time in bed I was able to relax, but I couldn't quite fall sleep. The clock showed 10:30. I thought about what a bind I'd gotten myself into. If other middle school teachers faced similar situations then we were surely a pathetic crowd. It's a wonder there are any middle school teachers left. Those who stay at it must be highly persevering or social misfits. It didn't seem something I could manage. Considering this, I felt an admiration for Kiyo. She's an old woman without education or social standing, but in human terms she's remarkably noble. I had never been particularly grateful when she went out of her way to care for me so. But now, finding myself alone in a distant land, I began to appreciate her kindness. If she wanted sweets from Echigo, then I would gladly travel all the way to Echigo to bring some back to her. Kiyo used to praise me for humility and an upright nature, but these were really her traits more than mine. I wished I could see her.