True to form, this time I will not press delete no matter how bad whatever I write is. Or if I end sentences with dangling verbs. Or if I dangle verbs. “Oh, dude it’s sick,” says Barry. “What is that?” asks Hart. “Chelan?” The bros are at work. Hart is wearing a black and red flannel shirt. Barry is wearing a black and red flannel hat. I don’t think they’re cognizant of this fact.
I, for my part, am sitting on the couch listening to “New Soul” by that chick who may or may not be from Israel. My Instant Messenger icon is jumping up and down telling me there’s a new message from the Mexican girl I’m talking to online. I decided today that I need to marry a Mexican girl, mostly so my Spanish gets better. I want to speak as good as native speakers, which means I need to be speaking a lot more Spanish than I currently speak. And the only way I can think of to do this, short of bussing tables at Ivar’s, is to marry a Mexican girl. Or a Colombian girl. Colombian girls are gorgeous.
“I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood,” sings Neil Young. I wonder if he actually went to Redwood? Is he referring to Redwood National Park. Who cares.
“Oh shit, it’s snowing” says Barry now. “Ooh, it’s getting warm next Wednesday.” Then he starts to sing along to “Heart of Gold,” about a half an octave out of tune. He and Hart are looking at pictures of various boardriders on his new computer, which apparently measures 27″ from corner to corner. “Mark, what’s up for this weekend?” he asks me now. I don’t respond, and he doesn’t notice. Barry has the attention span of a lemming.
Tomorrow is the last day of school, and I am so relieved. I am going to miss my students, but I am also very ready for it to be over. Instead of writing this blog I should be planning how they’re going to review for the final tomorrow, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want to do it. My motivation is waning, just as I know theirs is. All of our motivation is waning. As a teacher, it is my responsibility to elevate this level of motivation, but all I can really think about right now is how after tomorrow afternoon I won’t have to be in a classroom for more than three weeks. Three weeks! So like I said, motivation is waning. The end is in sight, and it’s making it hard to concentrate on the present.
It’s still fucking cold outside. Fucking freezing. But I’m getting used to it. It’s all a question of what you’re used to. Like this song “Short Skirts” by Felix da Housecat. It’s fucking horrible. and now Barry just started playing something on his computer. It a goddamn madhouse in here. I can’t concentrate. This song is horrible. But it’s making me concentrate on the present, because the only thing I can think about is how badly I want it to be over. Maybe slight discomfort is the key to Zen. Maybe I’m a genius.
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