Log 16: Assassination Classroom
so i started watching human shows because the internet said it helps “cultural understanding.”
been avoiding this one called Assassination Classroom for weeks. thought it sounded boring.
But... i started watching Assassination Classroom.
before you judge me, let me explain: i wasn’t planning to. i saw the title and went, “ah, yes. another grim human murder show. pass.” i was ready for blood, not feelings.
turns out it’s about an octopus who’s the world’s best teacher. like, literally an alien tentacle creature who moves at mach 20 and teaches math. i thought it was going to be foolish chaos. and it was. but also… it was kind.
the kids tried to kill him every episode and he still helped them with homework. he encouraged their dreams. he made them lunch. he got attacked and then said, “good job, everyone, i’m proud of you.” i cried. actual coolant leakage. had to clean it off the keyboard.
i don’t even know why it hit so hard. maybe because it’s weirdly familiar? working under megatron feels a bit dissparkening sometimes but korosensei… he cared. he never stopped. he taught them how to live and how to fight.
and when he said goodbye— yeah. i paused it. walked down the corridor. pretended i had to “check reactor stability.” i was just sitting there, thinking about how none of us ever had someone like that. someone who believed in us, not just used us.
i don’t know... humans make some strange things. but that show reminded me that maybe we’re not doomed to be weapons forever. maybe we can learn, too.
also i now have a parasocial relationship with a yellow tentacle alien. send help. or tissues. both work.
But ...if korosensei were here, we’d have won the war and had healthy coping mechanisms.
