I once heard that entrance into poshity snob private schools in Japan has gotten so fierce that admissions recruiters have given up looking at identical stacks of straight A report cards altogether and are instead devising unorthodox ways of gauging a wannabe’s worthiness. One of those ways is to judge chopstick dexterity. Can the child transport small and slippery edibles with poise and grace from a dish to their mouth using nothing but chopsticks.
It is an art, I will give them that. I’m using one chopstick on this sushi: kabobbing each piece in the heart. If admissions counselors were looking for technique, they would have to keep looking. If they were looking for results and a proven ability to problem solve; I’d be their girl. All poise and panache – business as usual.