Just Like Summer Again

[This entry is co-written with Trung. You can guess which one he is.]

On the nineteenth, with most of the Breakthrough teachers back home in the bay, Breakthrough held a winter reunion at some library downtown. A few differences from last year’s winter reunion: last year was ice skating and open to all students, while this year was a formal dance that was only open to students with a 3.0 or higher. So of course, I knew there would be a good amount of my students that I wouldn’t be seeing.

LOOK BRIAN IS RACIST. HE MEANS: MEXICAN KIDS ARE ALL DUMB AND LIKE TACOS.

It’s ‘cause they wrote really terrible essays.

BECAUSE ENGLISH IS NOT THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE.

This was written by a white student: “Ralph is a leader in the beganing then at the end he is not. Well in the Lord of the Flies, it says that Ralph had rules and was a strong leader, but then Jack mess it all up because he wanted to become the leader.”

FINE ITS BCAUSE SHE WAS POOR. YOU MEANIE.

At the formal, we had a VIP section for students who had a 4.0. The only student in there was Mickey, and he stayed there, alone. Not too surprising. I felt bad, but then he eventually found his place outside playing cards with the teachers at the poker table.

Belinda probably still had the hots for me and was grabbing my arms trying to get me to dance with her. I awkwardly shook her off.

SHE IS 11 YEARS OLD. STOP BEING A PERVERT. AND SO EGOTISTICAL. LIKE THAT ONE TIME THAT GIRL SAID “WOW THAT SANDWICH IS BIG” SHE ACTUALLY JUST MEANT THE DAMN SANDWICH.

Belinda and her friends, who took my dance class during the summer, told me that they still knew the set I taught them. I didn’t believe them, but they had the mix on their phone, so they started playing it and doing the set. I didn’t even remember what I taught them, but they still did. It made me feel good.

NOT AS GOOD AS HOW YOU FEEL WHEN YOU FLEX IN THE MIRROR AND MAKE YOUR WEIRD THRUSTY PELVIS THING WHEN YOU THINK YOU LOOK SEXY. DON’T THINK I DON’T KNOW. I DO KNOW. AND I THROW UP A LITTLE.

The whole formal dance concept was pretty awkward. It was basically like a middle school dance with the teachers mixed in with the students. Even with the lights off, no one could really get into it (not that anyone would wanna freakdance, which I wasn’t implying in the first place).

THE BOY TO GIRL RATIO WAS VERY OFF. THAT WAS A GOOD THING.

The seventh grade boys tried to drag me out to the middle of the dance floor for a jerking competition. Not my scene. But I eventually found my comfort place when I sat down with Pauline, one of my eighth grade writing students, in the VIP zone and taught her how to lock. I knew very little about locking and probably had nothing close to the right form, but she, not knowing any better, thought I was godly.

YOU JUST DIDN’T WANT TO SHOW THEM THAT YOU COULDN’T JERK. THE DANCE TYPE. YOUD GET ARRESTED FOR THE OTHER TYPE. EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU ENJOY DOING THAT STUFF IN PUBLIC. SKANK!

I also got to catch up Thanh, an alumni student who finished Breakthrough my first summer teaching in 2008. I taught her a small tutting piece, also not from my area of expertise (as though I really have one). I really missed teaching dance.

THANH LIKES ME BETER THAN YOU. ITS TRUE. YOU FORGOT TO MENTION THAT WHITE GIRL.

I drove up to San Francisco with Mimi three times (and once with Kevin) this winter break to take classes at City Dance. It felt good to be back in those hallways. Surprisingly enough, Emerson remembered my face and approached me for a hug. I didn’t think he’d remember me, but I also heard that he just likes to hug any cute guy he sees.

DID YOU GUYS FUCK? OR MAYBE HE’S JUST A NICE PERSON WHO ENJOYS HIS OLD STUDENTS. NOT CUZ YOU’RE CUTE. OMG. EGOTISTICAL AGAIN. STROKING YOUR OWN DAMN EGO. YOU’RE AN EGO-MASTURBATOR.

The last visit for the break was yesterday for workshops taught by the Lost Kids. I went with Mimi and we got to kick it with some Funksters I missed from Summer Intensive, like Isaiah, Joerelle, Nicole, Tin, and JC, and I met Ranier (pronounced rainier than yesterday) during my second visit.

AKA MORE KIDS. YOU ONLY LIKE BEFRIENDING PEOPLE IN HIGH SCHOOL. OMG. BECAUSE THEY LIKE TO TALK ABOUT VULGAR THINGS LIKE BOOBIES AND HOW IF YOU MASSAGE THEM THEY GROW. AND PENISES. WIL YOU B SAD WHEN THEY FORGET ABOUT YOU WHEN THEY GO TO COLLEGE?

They didn’t forget about me when I went to college.

AGAIN JUST THINKING IN YOUR OWN PERSPECTIVE. WHAT ABOUT THEIRS WHEN THEY GO TO COLLEGE?! HM. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. YOU ALSO FART TOO MUCH.

Caught up with Isaiah a bit. He’s now back with his boyfriend (codenamed Max and CJ in this entry), and he sounded happy. That’s good. I’m happy for him.

DID YOU GUYS HAVE A THREESOME? AND I BET YOU WEREN’T HAPPY. YOU WERE A LLAMA.

No to the threesome question. And I was happy!

I don’t have a conclusion that’s different from the ones I wrote during the summer about how I would miss Breakthrough and Funksters, so instead, Trung typed this up to finish the entry:

I like to look at myself in the mirrors. I only like to flex in the mirror and dance dance dance because I’m egotistical. I like to masturbate looking at myself. And then I flex some more. Because I think I’m really hot. And then I dance.

I like to do fifteen push ups and then go to the bathroom to check my progress. And then I run out and get a chopstick and go back in the bathroom to try to hold it between my boobies because I’m a show off. SORRY, I PARTTY.

I think the “I” might be referring to me.

IT’S REFERRING TO YOUR INNER THOUGHTS AND FEARS. Jk im not that mean to brian. I am nice because he lets me eat his chocolates and hide them. :)