Once a month I’ll be taking my kids to a local library for Otaku Anime Club. My daughters (mostly the oldest) are obsessed with anime, mangas and Japanese culture. I thought it would be a great club for them to join. It would also take care of some of that pesky socializing that non-homeschooling people tend to worry about.
Their first meeting was Saturday. It was to last an hour and a half and I figured I’d get some work done for ABH and let the boy and little one mingle with the kids in the children’s section. When we arrived, there were only two people there. Two teen boys that were very otaku anime typical. I mean, I couldn’t have pictured them any other way. SM even told me they argued over what was better…Netflix or Hulu and other geeky stuffz. Anyway, they started introductions and the little ones and I went about our way.
I really wanted to go medieval on a few of the little kids that were playing in the children’s section. Their parents dropped them off and they were acting as if they were at the playground. Outdoors. In some underdeveloped country. Uh. The librarian came over a few times to quiet them down. I gave her a look to let her know that they definitely weren’t with me. RS read a few books, and NK gave the stink eye to a kid for 20 minutes before deciding to try to play with her.
I got no work done. Figures. After an hour and a half, I went to see if the girls were ready. The lights were out in the room and they were watching some anime that I couldn’t recognize because they all look the same to me. I know. Blasphemy. I figured they started a bit late and may have needed more time, so I went back to the Hell’s Angels in the children’s section. After 5 minutes I couldn’t take it anymore, and moved the Littles close to a table of boys playing a Dungeons and Dragons card game. They were less rambunctious and my tension eased.
20 more minutes passed and the fact that food was calling my name sent me to check on the girls again. Still watching?? I had enough and risked embarrassing them. When I opened the door, there were 3 boys near the front of the room and my girls sitting in the WAY back together. WHAT? This is NOT socializing. I waved them over and they said goodbye to the club supervisor and kids. Once outside I complained that they could have done THAT at home. I mean, they were watching a show that we could have watched on Netflix, and they were sitting together. =/
They said they still enjoyed themselves and want to go back next month. Not sure what for? Maybe they’ll open up next month. Geez.
Stay tuned for our adventures in bowling. I’m putting together a bowling league for the homeschoolers in our area. So far there are 15 kids interested. This could get messy.