Don't Put All Your Eggs in One Basket

So this post is already pretty late. Right after the new school year started, we obviously got an influx of new first years.

The school likes to have secret meetings no one tells me about (though the new teacher actually informs me of things now!) and I discovered the first years had all gathered to listen to the club's recruitment drives. I saw my English club's presentation, but it wasn't anything fantastic.
I was invited to see the Drama Club's recruitment play.

I still hadn't had class with the new kids yet, so they were all excited to see me, or afraid. One of the two.
The whole play was in Japanese, so I don't know what they expected from me since it wasn't common knowledge I could speak Japanese. (Though now probably everyone knows since I gave a speech in all the first years' classes). The play was about how the club would be dissolved if no one new joined, so I predicted it to break the fourth wall when they were talking about who they could get to join, but they carried though for a full four acts. It was pretty good. Presumably. From what I understood.

However, the next day was our club's meeting. We were going to dye eggs.

I wasn't sure how many eggs we needed, or how many egg dippers, since the new first years were going to be coming.  I was building special egg dippers from metal wire I had bought. I discovered the metal was incredibly cheap, some 60 yen (which I was finally reimbursed for like a month later). I spent all day twisting them. The teacher went ahead and boiled the eggs she had, but in the process, destroyed a bunch of them.

I figured 25 or so was a reasonable number.

I was wrong.

Some 50~60 students came! 

We even had a male student come!

Fortunately the dippers were something anyone could make by hand, so I had the 3rd years help me make more, but we had to go buy more eggs as well. 

They asked for instructions, but I had no idea. I gave some attempt with some drawings on the blackboard, but then just let them figure it out.

We had markers and way too much dye. While we didn't have that many cups, we did have a ton of dye. And worse yet, the colors available were red, green, and "yellow" (orange, definitely orange). Which allows for such great combinations such as red, green, orange, and brown. Rather than selling red, blue, and yellow, which would have allowed for nearly every color. The Japanese view green as blue, so to them, it was blue. The orange was also their idea of yellow I guess. But it still doesn't matter what they call them, the colors were useless for mixing.

Worse yet, it seemed like the dye wasn't actually sticking to the eggs.

Fortunately, a few more dips and it began to stick. They were all getting the hang of it. And although their dippers were inferior to my own, they were starting to get the hang of making them too.

At some point, the male student was under attack from recruitment attempts by the 3rd years. He was considering joining, or at least that is what he was saying as they relentlessly tried to talk him into.

I don't think he came back the next week.

The egg-making was a success and the students brought the eggs home with them. One of the students had me take pictures with her camera, so unfortunately, I don't have most (any) of the photos of the action.

Anyway, it was a great success. Nothing broke, no dye was spilled. Until the very end. I knew it would happen. And sure enough some dye spilled on some girl's uniform. Didn't seem to affect it fortunately. And then past the very end, someone finally dropped an egg.

Fortunately, we didn't have 50 people join the club, but it was still awesome seeing so many students come to our event. 

I'm going to do my best to avoid making the "eggxactly" pun and post this now.