May 11th: a Wednesday of no consequence
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 237
Classes went well. I had to kick out one kid who was stonewalling, grinding my precious classtime to a halt. I counted down to five, then ordered him out. The rest of the students were golden after that. The other three classes I played the matching game with, since the "big show" two weeks before cut short the fun.
After lunch I infiltrated the arts building and got to go through a few songs before Feng Jao Li kicked me out. Something about teh acoustics in that place is perfect. I can hear piano and voice equally and I go into a sort of zen state, not being aware of what my hands are doing and the words flow automatically.
The last class, I had a few minutes to kill, so in Monkey's honor I put on "Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me & My Monkey" but the vocals were unintelligible on the TV's speakers. The highlight of Monkey's middle school career and it's upsot by faulty wiring. Crappy.
I rode up to the middle school to discover the rest of the crew wanted to eat at the hotel. I could have met them there and saved myself a ride. Oh well. Exercise is always good. I belted out Queen's "Bicycle Race" at passing pedestrians. I love this country. I can do the nuttiest shit and always get the same passive reaction.
The hotel actually had the legendary chicken sandwich for once, but were out of a few other things and half of their dessert list. Mike suggested they rename themselves "May yo fandian" (Hotel "Not Have"). Heather's bike got a flat, so she took a cab back, the rest of us rode the scenic route. We happened upon Nigel's wife, swinging her arms like a maniac in the night.
Once back at the school, we watched "The Untouchables" and I picked up on the phrase "vast undeclared monies" (cheers, Sean) during the trial scene. Heather, who is used to low calorie film fare, bit off one of her nails in stress. Breathed in steam in Heather's bathroom (so as not to wake up clogged) and turned in.
Classes went well. I had to kick out one kid who was stonewalling, grinding my precious classtime to a halt. I counted down to five, then ordered him out. The rest of the students were golden after that. The other three classes I played the matching game with, since the "big show" two weeks before cut short the fun.
After lunch I infiltrated the arts building and got to go through a few songs before Feng Jao Li kicked me out. Something about teh acoustics in that place is perfect. I can hear piano and voice equally and I go into a sort of zen state, not being aware of what my hands are doing and the words flow automatically.
The last class, I had a few minutes to kill, so in Monkey's honor I put on "Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me & My Monkey" but the vocals were unintelligible on the TV's speakers. The highlight of Monkey's middle school career and it's upsot by faulty wiring. Crappy.
I rode up to the middle school to discover the rest of the crew wanted to eat at the hotel. I could have met them there and saved myself a ride. Oh well. Exercise is always good. I belted out Queen's "Bicycle Race" at passing pedestrians. I love this country. I can do the nuttiest shit and always get the same passive reaction.
The hotel actually had the legendary chicken sandwich for once, but were out of a few other things and half of their dessert list. Mike suggested they rename themselves "May yo fandian" (Hotel "Not Have"). Heather's bike got a flat, so she took a cab back, the rest of us rode the scenic route. We happened upon Nigel's wife, swinging her arms like a maniac in the night.
Once back at the school, we watched "The Untouchables" and I picked up on the phrase "vast undeclared monies" (cheers, Sean) during the trial scene. Heather, who is used to low calorie film fare, bit off one of her nails in stress. Breathed in steam in Heather's bathroom (so as not to wake up clogged) and turned in.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 5/11/2005 09:45:00 PM ]
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