Hi.
How are you? You look good. Seriously. Have you lost weight?
Anyway...a few months ago I decided to air my grievances in regards to the 2013-2014 school year. It was like watching half of a Rocky movie: no happy ending, no uplifting workout montage; only Stallone getting the shit kicked out of him and the credits roll.
Needless to say, there was a bit of “radio silence” since the last entry, during which I decided to remove the previous chapters from this very blog. In short, it’s easy to burn bridges as soon as you cross them. In order to give a better representation, I want to distance myself from last year a bit more. The story is all finished; it will see its due time. But not yet.
Consider a woman who carries her offspring in her womb for 9 months: completely changing her lifestyle, watching and monitoring her every move; later, spending hours in labor, having her body and special places stretched and wrecked in ways that one may think are physically impossible, only to have her lying in a Long Island Iced Tea of bodily fluids, and you decide to ask her: “hey! Let’s start planning another!”
While I've been told childbirth is the most physically exhausting experience to ever endure, I bet she could conjure just enough strength to find the nearest Bio-hazard slot and stab you with it’s contents. Is it a topic worth discussing? Sure. Is it a topic to discuss immediately after producing a living creature via Slip-and-Slide? Not if you value your penis, guy.
Much like our heroic mothers and their children in utero, I’ll need to let this tale sit a bit longer until it is ready to see the world...only my child is black AND white, and I’m not going to post pictures and talk about it every social event.
So...that’s that. Moral of the story: wait. Now let's have some good old fashioned fun on the World Wide Web.
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| Multi-cultural friends surfing on keyboards in the atmosphere. Just like they predicted in the Old Testament. |
This year’s crop was a bit different, in that instead of asking the usual “Mr. W looks like…” question, I asked a broader question in which I had them complete the sentence “My first impression of Mr. W was…” I found this to be a bit better, since it would widen the scope of responses as well as stop softballing the Zac Efron answers. And honestly, it’s fascinating to hear a completely neutral party’s first thoughts of some semi-athletic hobbit who claims to know science. So, who am I in the eyes of an adolescent?
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| Ok. I see it now. |
“...a guy who looks like a ‘Mario.’”
- Ok. Interesting start. Probably the dark facial hair? Not that I have facial hair, but I will go on record that I could grow a VERY HANDSOME FULL MUSTACHE IF MY ROOMMATE WOULD LET ME. I also can jump high, collect coins, and murder my enemies with turtle shells.
“...angry.”
- Good.
“...he likes food.”
- That one stings.
“...happy?”
- No?
“...intelligent and athletic.”
- Scholar of the Year.
“...when I first saw you, I thought you were a crazy person.”
- Ok.
“...serious and sarcastic.”
- Nailed it.
“...he looks nice but strict.”
- As in I look nice, or I’m a nice person? I did wear a nice shirt that day, I think.
“...cool and laid back but kinda short and I know his wife.”
- ............
“...this should be good.”
- Ok, this one I legitimately laughed.
“...his eyes are gorgeous not trying to be weird, they just are sorry! LOL!”
- Thanks!! LOL! WTF?! (emoji)
“...his eyes are really pretty.”
- Thanks.
“...he’s young” and/or “...he’s in high school” x 24
- Why do I do this to myself?
Then, two days later, the floodgates burst open:
“Hey Mr. W, we decided…”
“Yes?”
“We decided that you look like Zac Efron.”
“Oh wow. That is very neat.”IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT YEAR, YOU GUYS.
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