April 15th: Panda Sex and hunchback floor-shows
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 211
In the first class, Sleepy LaBeef before class even started was hounding me about the book I confiscated from him last week. "What book?" I asked.
"Panda."
"Panda what?" I teased.
He sat, all disheartened. I pulled the book from my bag, held it up. "This one? Panda Sex? Panda SEX? Is this your book, Sleepy?" (Note to readers, "Panda Sex" is a collection of short plays and such, with pictures of DJs, nothing unsavory save the title.) For the rest of class he kept cutting out pictures and gluing them in a book. I had to take his scissors away, but he kept gluing. I wrote his name on the board and it accumulated two checkmarks, a totally empty threat used by teachers everywhere, but it got the other students interested.
After lunch, Heather stopped by and observed my last two classes, which I enjoyed. I wanted validation that I was indeed doing a good job, it felt too easy, like I was getting paid for doing nothing. She got a note from one girl which read: "Heather you are beautiful. Good luck to you." I was a little worried that they would be too distracted by her presence to concentrate, but they were excellent little citizens. Jimmy interrogated her before class through a window, introduced himself. DJ Wishywashy mocked eating worms, class was its usual delight.
Heather made a couple suggestions for improvement including doing some light grammar corrections that although I've been instructed to just work on speaking, could see her point of letting something little slide which could snowball into a habit hard to break.
We rode up to play badminton, had some highballs, basked in looming weekend-offness. When night fell, Rhys, Jeni, Heather and I rode to the bakery to get food for the morning and the bus to Hangzhou. Then, on to the tents on the far side of town to see Mr. Yeah, get some greasy tent food. Mr. Yeah hooked us up with peanuts, insistently gave us cigarettes, nodded and yeah'd everything we said. He embraced and kissed both me and Rhys on the cheek upon departing.
We hit the club so as to have an early night. Since the club closes at midnight, we end up heading home and sleeping then. If we were to stay in and watch movies, we'd most likely be up until 2 or 3am. The floor show was outright disturbing, so much so that I had to go stand outside for a bit. The Chinese Michael Jackson impersonator was bad enough, doing his three learned moves ad nauseum to "Billie Jean", then a guy pretending to be a crippled drooling hunchback came out to be verbally assaulted and physically intimidated to the delight of the crowd. I didn't know what they were saying, so it was all just shouting syllables, abuse, and jeering laughter, very psyche-damaging.
We exited right before DJ Marco started again. The dance hordes went one way, we went the other. We retired, ready to wake upon the toll of the 5am bell.
In the first class, Sleepy LaBeef before class even started was hounding me about the book I confiscated from him last week. "What book?" I asked.
"Panda."
"Panda what?" I teased.
He sat, all disheartened. I pulled the book from my bag, held it up. "This one? Panda Sex? Panda SEX? Is this your book, Sleepy?" (Note to readers, "Panda Sex" is a collection of short plays and such, with pictures of DJs, nothing unsavory save the title.) For the rest of class he kept cutting out pictures and gluing them in a book. I had to take his scissors away, but he kept gluing. I wrote his name on the board and it accumulated two checkmarks, a totally empty threat used by teachers everywhere, but it got the other students interested.
After lunch, Heather stopped by and observed my last two classes, which I enjoyed. I wanted validation that I was indeed doing a good job, it felt too easy, like I was getting paid for doing nothing. She got a note from one girl which read: "Heather you are beautiful. Good luck to you." I was a little worried that they would be too distracted by her presence to concentrate, but they were excellent little citizens. Jimmy interrogated her before class through a window, introduced himself. DJ Wishywashy mocked eating worms, class was its usual delight.
Heather made a couple suggestions for improvement including doing some light grammar corrections that although I've been instructed to just work on speaking, could see her point of letting something little slide which could snowball into a habit hard to break.
We rode up to play badminton, had some highballs, basked in looming weekend-offness. When night fell, Rhys, Jeni, Heather and I rode to the bakery to get food for the morning and the bus to Hangzhou. Then, on to the tents on the far side of town to see Mr. Yeah, get some greasy tent food. Mr. Yeah hooked us up with peanuts, insistently gave us cigarettes, nodded and yeah'd everything we said. He embraced and kissed both me and Rhys on the cheek upon departing.
We hit the club so as to have an early night. Since the club closes at midnight, we end up heading home and sleeping then. If we were to stay in and watch movies, we'd most likely be up until 2 or 3am. The floor show was outright disturbing, so much so that I had to go stand outside for a bit. The Chinese Michael Jackson impersonator was bad enough, doing his three learned moves ad nauseum to "Billie Jean", then a guy pretending to be a crippled drooling hunchback came out to be verbally assaulted and physically intimidated to the delight of the crowd. I didn't know what they were saying, so it was all just shouting syllables, abuse, and jeering laughter, very psyche-damaging.
We exited right before DJ Marco started again. The dance hordes went one way, we went the other. We retired, ready to wake upon the toll of the 5am bell.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 4/15/2005 03:09:00 AM ]
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