You Can't Give up if You Haven't Started

Today was as grand as your mother.

(And if you don't think your mother is grand, then look in the mirror Mother F'ker because that's the grand face she gave birth to)

But before I get into my awesome day I'm going to bash shit up.

Precalculus.

Mr. Marquez.

So today, like every other day, I walked into his classroom and left my brain outside (My brain hates the bullshit that goes on in that class) and sat down on my desk. I felt that sudden trapped urge that every student feels at least once or twice in his/her career. Yes, the urge that says "Holy shit I do not want to be here, let me out."

"No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher."
-Mr. Miyagi

Mr. Miyagi is onto the f'king case here! Because Marquez would have to be one of the worst teachers I've ever had in the history of the 17 years of being on this planet.

"You're full of shit again Kid Will, you're probably just lazy."

Not so fast typical reader / asshole!




His idea of teaching:

Write shit on the board. Unexplained.





"Then ask questions you idiot!"

Believe me, if I asked questions in that class we wouldn't be able to move a fking step. Anyone who asks questions will usually be mildly insulted for being stupid with encouraging remarks such as "Get out of my face." and "Get out." whenever a student 'fails' to understand.

Today's intelligent Marquez quote:
"I'm gonna skip writing the original steps because I'm lazy."

My voice under my breathe:

"You're a fucking tard."

Test tomorrow. Yes, it's already failed.

But I have to say that despite my bashing up a teacher who should probably retire to get away from kids who want learn, I had an amazing night tonight.

"You can't just write a bunch of terrible stuff on your blog and switch to a happy mood!"

Anything is possible on Will Kid's blog, bitch!

The improv show went a lot better than I had expected. Initially I dreaded the show, with my negative self saying "yea, another chance to fail in front of your peers." How negative can I get!? Eventually I rationed that it was just something fun to do and that the reason for me doing it in the first place was to enjoy myself. It's funny how you forget to have fun...

Just being up there on a stage.

Above a sea of faces.

All slightly blurred for my absence of glasses.

To create a story and to pull everyone's imagination into it, into something that has no real limits, endless possibilities; where mistakes are gifts and drama is comedy. Where real life can be appreciated in its flaws and gaffes. Where ideas connect and we all find ourselves on the same page--even though we all come from different stories. I love that feeling.

What feeling?

Everything I just said fool! It's a feeling!

This would have to be one of the best nights of my life ( so far! ) because I really did feel like I belonged somewhere. Performing/entertaining. That's all I'll ever want to do in this life--to make people breathe easier. Either that or have them laugh to death.

Oh, how that would be an amazing end.