Hello everyone. I am currently reading this book for my Young Adult Lit course at Hunter, which started last night, and this book has inspired me to write something here. I even feel temped to write like "Charlie," especially since I tend to unconsciously imitate voices that I like. It seems like Charlie is a girl but supposedly it's a boy.
My classes are okay. Besides YAL, I am taking a class on literacy. The literacy class has some very interesting, smart people in it, including a Jamaican man who is studying to be a math teacher, who is also a Christian, and he explained that learning math is learning to think, and it should not be taught in a hierarchy, and that he is just as happy teaching from the Bible as from a math book. There was also a girl named Monica who said she had wanted to be a professional dancer and dance teacher, but she had a bad accident, so she ended up working in the "entertainment business" for ten years. She described the industry as very shallow, which is why she is going into teaching. There were other stories... we told our stories. I felt very shy and probably came across as crazy when I spoke, but at least I made sure to look at my peers rather than exclusively at the teacher, and nobody else managed that. In my other class, YAL, there are some dummies- folks who don't listen and who ask the question that the professor just finished explaining the answer to.
Well, this is all probably boring to you. But maybe this will not be boring: lately I have been having explicitly heterosexual dreams. In the first one that I remember, an older black man was going to pay me for my services. As it was my first time selling it, I was pretty nervous. He gave me 75 dollars upfront. I thought that I should ask for a solid 100. Rather than demand it, I voiced several disclaimers to my request, "Well I haven't actually ever done this before so I don't know what I'm doing..." I said, "And I'm not sure what exactly you want..." The next thing I know, I was straddling him in a room full of people, including family members, but he was below me and out of sight. It actually felt really good and I was trying to be discreet, but all of sudden he started making me bounce, so I said stop, others could see! I was laughing though. That was the end of it, I climbed off. My other heterosexual dream has lingered with me all day today, from last night. I don't know what this dream was about. It was full of action, driving around in a jeep, fights, driving through these tunnels (supposedly underground nyc) that had been cleaned up by the government, and all these kids were crying because the graffiti was washed off. There was some special significance to that. In another part of the dream, I was performing on stage in an outdoor stadium, in a very slutty outfit (featuring my thong), kind of like Britney Spears. I knew I wasn't singing the best, but I was so stage-frightened that I was happy to even remember the words. The point of all this came down to some guy that showed up repeatedly in the dream. He was white and somewhat bald, perhaps, and maybe named Bill. He was a tough guy and he was getting revenge on people and stuff. I realized that I was in love with him. It was a very happy, exciting feeling, and like I said, I can still feel it now. Oh! I just remember a fragment of one other similar dream of love, except in this dream, the object was a thirteen year old boy. He was holding me in a swimming pool and he was a psychologist.
Well, I have therapy tonight so perhaps I should share my dreams with Val!? Unfortunately, I have other, more serious issues to cover. I did something that nobody would approve of, including Val... and I have to admit it. Why do I care if she judges me? That's it, I don't. She will probably just laugh anyway. I like when I make people laugh.
I also like that my work has given me a brand new printer of my very own... right here at the reception desk. It's nice. It prints in color and it is also a scanner, but not a fax. Hopefully by them giving this to me it means that I won't get laid off anytime too soon. You never know though. If I do get laid off, I'm going to try to get work as a tutor. I think teenagers would be happy to have a tutor like me, or a teacher like me, especially when so many adults in the education field are disgusting in terms of aesthetics and hygiene. One of my peers in the literacy class (who was sitting next to me) is the perfect example.. "David" the dwarf has ear wax, bad breath, dandruff, black heads, greasy hair... just disgusting overall. OF COURSE he's an English teacher.
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