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So, if you're overzealous like I am, you've probably roleplayed a Japanese student before and thought 'hmmm, maybe i should make them a school schedule!' But the problem is, where do you start? I'm hoping that this guide will at least give you a little insight on how their educational system differs from the American school system (I'm using the American school system for comparison because I'm American, and it's what I'm familiar with). That being said, this information is as accurate to the best of my ability, but if I get any facts wrong, please feel free to correct me!

Moving on to the school day, the average school day begins at 8:30am with teachers gathering for a brief meeting. Students meet at 8:35am in their homeroom class for a five-minute period. Regular classes begin at 8:45, with four 50-minute classes in the morning, followed by a lunch period (lunches are eaten in a student's homeroom class). Two afternoon periods are followed by school clean-up and another five-minute homeroom meeting, after which students are dismissed at 3:30pm.

Up until the late 1980s and early 1990s, students attended class six days a week, but since then laws have changed and now students attend five days a week, Monday through Friday. However, there are still some private schools that follow the six-day school schedule. For students who attend classes on Saturdays, the day ends after four periods, at 1pm and club activities are held after school and ran until 5 or 6pm. For both public and private schools, one hour per week is devoted to mandatory club activity. Other club activity is voluntary.

Also once a week is an hour-long homeroom period where teachers concentrate on student guidance. Typical activities include helping students develop greater awareness of themselves as high school students, encouraging them to reflect on their summer vacation, or perhaps asking them to contemplate on the forthcoming advancement from one grade to another. These topics are discussed and planned in advance by the teacher for the entire school year.

So now let's move onto the fun stuff: classes! What kind of classes are required in a Japanese school system? During the 10th grade, the program is virtually identical for all students. The average Japanese student faces a demanding course of study in the required core subjects of Japanese Language, mathematics, science, English, and social studies. All first-year students study "Japanese Language I", "Contemporary Society", "Mathematics I", "Science I", "Art*", "Physical Education**", and "Health".  

                       *Students can choose from a variety of classes to fulfill their art credit, including painting, music, calligraphy, etc.

                       **Boys are required to take four hours a week of Physical Education while girls must take two hours and two hours of Home Economics. 

Second and third-year student curriculum is divided into two majors: Literature and Science. Depending on which one the student chooses, the coursework will be tailored to fit. For instance, Literature Majors are required to take Classic Literature, Modern Literature and Ethics or Politics. Science majors must take Geometry, Physics, and Chemistry. (Examples of classes and hours required can be found here.)

The Japanese high school student does not assemble an individual class schedule from a large menu of possible electives. Extras such as driver's education, drama, or psychology are not offered.

After school activities are strongly encouraged. Over half of Japanese students are active in one or more clubs. Club meetings are held from 3 to 5 or 6pm. Most clubs are run by the students themselves, and sports clubs are usually the most popular. Some clubs compete in nation-wide competitions.

School life arguably takes up most of a student's day, with gruelling focus on academics. To further this point, some prohibitions are placed on students while attending school to discourage experimentation with adult fashions, pastimes, and responsibilities. Most Japanese high schools prohibit students from obtaining a part-time job while in school (A large scale comparative study found that only 21% of all Japanese students worked part-time during school, while 63% of American students worked). Schools and parents discourage students from working on the grounds that it distracts them from study and exposes them to dubious influences in the adult community.

Students are also prohibited from obtaining a driver's license until the age of eighteen. Although 16-year-olds may obtain a license to drive small motorbikes, three-quarters of all high schools prohibit or severely restrict their use. Many students must commute as much as 45 minutes or more to school, and most use public transportation or a standard three-speed bicycle.

Finally, the dreaded entrance exams. You've probably seen in animes and even movies how rigorously students study for them, and this is by no means an exaggeration. For students aspiring to enter more prestigious universities, exam preparation is an arduous and painful task which often begins in earnest in lower secondary school. In its most extreme form, the long, intense period of study followed by the stress of the examination itself is referred to as "examination hell." A common slogan is "4 hours pass, 5 hours fail," referring to the presumed relationship between the amount of time a student sleeps each night and the prospect for success or failure on the examination.

More than half the students who fail the examination to the university of their choice end up taking as much as an extra year to study before taking the exam again, and often they have to take it two or three times before finally passing. And those struggling to pass often attend cram schools (yobikos) for further study help.

As you can see, the Japanese school system is quite a bit more academically focused and tedious than the American school system, so it's easy to see why characters in the shows and movies we watch stress as much as they do about school. I hope this guide was helpful! There's so much more I could cover, but this is already becoming a novel, so I'll leave it here. If there's anything else you'd like to add or correct, please do so!

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What You Stole || Self Para

On this particular night he walked out of the bar early to follow a lead, he was almost certain he found him. He'd broken into the house, he restrained and sedated the man, and now he was just waiting for him to wake up. Getting ready as he waited, Lyric pulled a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and slipped them on. He unscrewed the top to the canister of gas he brought with him and hummed to himself as he made a trail from the front door to the living room in which the man was held.  "Do you know who I am?" Lyric asked as the blond man finally stirred. The man smiled softly, "Of course I do. How couldn't I? ..You look just like her." he said. Lyric's brows furrowed, his face portraying a quiet fury. "It's been a while, Lyric." The half-siren scoffed. "That's your fault, you prick." Lyric blamed him. As much as he blamed himself for Bobby's death, he blamed Piper even more. If Piper wouldn't have been such a slimy little deadbeat none of this would have happened. His mother would still be alive and maybe they'd be happy. "C'mon boy. You understand why I wasn't there. You look like you've picked up a drifting habit yourself." Ignoring him, the younger continued what he was doing. "I've been waiting for this, you know? I knew you'd be mad at me, but I didn't think you'd be this mad." Piper chuckled, "Don't you think it's a bit much?" Lyric looked at him and shrugged, "Not at all. You killed my mother, it's only fair that I get to take something from you." A wave of confusion took Piper's face as he struggled a bit against the ropes he was bound with, "I didn't kill her. -Don't get your sins confused with mine." Straightening his back, Lyric growled. "Shut up! You did this. You left. You made me what I am because you couldn't take responsibility for anything!" he barked, his eyes flickering a dangerous silver. Piper quieted and looked away. Lyric calmed himself and continued. "Whenever you came home, you were drunk or covered in blood. -You never gave me more than a second's worth of attention and you treated my mother like fucking dirt. You didn't love her. You used her." The blond sat up straight in his chair, "I wasn't meant to be tied down. Bobby knew that, I told her in the beginning I was afraid I'd hurt her." he offered. Lyric shook his head, "Then you should've left before it progressed. You just had to stay and have your fun. Y-You broke her fucking heart. She waited for you to come back and stay, but you never did." Lyric folded his arms, "I pulled away from her because it got so bad. Both of us were depressed and angry. I hate fights, but I was going out looking for them because pain was the only way I could cope with her and me. It got to the point where I just up and left and it drove her to kill herself because of how lonely she was. -Your fucking ignorance drove me to kill my mother. You killed her and I'm going to take back what you stole from both of us." he hissed, quickly wiping the tears that pricked his eyes. Piper quieted again, his face falling stoic. Lyric wiped his face again and laughed lightly, "You like The Temptations, don't you? Mom did. She used to sing me to sleep with them when I was little." Lyric hummed as he began trailing his gasoline around the living room. "Actually I'm sure I still have the cassette in my room somewhere. -You wanna hear my favorite song?" Piper struggled more against the ropes as Lyric poured the gasoline around his feet on on the chair, glaring at the boy. "Papa was a rolling stone..♫" Lyric sang slowly as he set down the container. Piper almost looked ashamed for a moment, but it quickly fade back to his smug smile. "How appropriate." he snarked. "♫Wherever he laid his hat was his home.♩ " The young man reached into his jacket and pulled out his Colt, giving the barrel a quick buff.  "♩And when he died-..♫" click. The hammer was cocked and Lyric pressed the front of the barrel against the Siren's forehead. "Lyric, listen to me. You're just angry. You don't have to-" Without a word, the boy pulled the trigger, interrupting the Siren's thought- And life. The rattling bang of the gun echoed through the house. He was quite happy his father chose a rather reclusive place to live or else his neighbors would have definitely heard that and called the cops. Lyric slipped the gun back inside his jacket and finished coating the house in gasoline, careful not to get any on himself. 

Yanking off the gloves, he slipped them into his pocket as he stood on the front porch, looking at the mess he made inside. Lyric pulled a cigarette out of his breast pocket and brought it to his lips, letting it hang in between as he double checked that he hadn't coated himself in gas as well. Fishing out is matchbook, he lit up before tossing it in the trail he made. He watched the flames start to engulf the house, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting the smoke slip from the side of his mouth. "-All he left me was alone..♫"  Turning his back to the blazing building, Lyric buttoned up his coat and started his walk back to the bar.