That actually happened to me, but only for a day. I was in Japan and I was 17 years old. I’m half Japanese on my Mom’s side but born and raised in the US. I was visiting family in Fukuoka and one of my cousins brought me to her high school. Her all girl high school. It was not so much like this:

But rather like this:

Things back then were a bit more reserved, it was the 70’s after all. Anyway, I was a head taller than everyone around me (though I was not even 6′ tall) and aside from a few teachers and administrators, the only male in the entire school.

However good you think it was, it was better than that.

Not weird though. I was the center of attention the entire day and this was the singular opportunity I had in my entire life to feel what it’s like to be a rock star. Giggling girls that practiced their adorably accented broken English on me asking questions and talking through their hands as is their wont to do. I happen to know how to use chopsticks, I know some Japanese and I can fold Origami birds and anything you can do or say that is Japanese as a foreigner they view as magical.

I don’t think I ever had such an enjoyable day. I think things would calm down over time but the temptations would make doing any school work nearly impossible and you would graduate from HS as an idiot.

But a happy idiot.