Shakespeare and Taco.

Hmm, it's been a fast week! Starting on Monday, I pulled another all nighter to finish my term paper, and that day... man. I was up for 38 hrs straight. I met an interesting fellow a few days ago at Chapters. The kid I tutor gave me a gift certificate for Indigo, so I says to myself, time to grab some instructional magazines. So over at the guitar section, there was only myself and this middle aged gruffy looking man. (That's a record btw, usually, there's only one person in the guitar section... You can guess where everyone else is at :P) And he starts talking to me about music! That was kind of unexpected heh; but he wanted to know what a young Chinese kid as myself would be doing looking up this sort of stuff.

Well, he was shocked to hear that I'm a Blues Man! Turns out he was a Blues Harpist, which I thought was immensly cool, and we talked of his glory days, playing down at King Eddy's. But unfortunately, he was diagnosed with a cancer in his throat, and can no longer play. And that got me thinking... Hmm... What would happen if God took my hands? What would I do? And how would I be able to express myself?

Life is ironic in the greatest sense of the word. Two days ago, King called me up to let me know that my favourite high school teacher passed away. Man, he was incredibly sarcastic, and always put people down. But he had good reasons for doing so: One, was to intimidate and maintain control of a generation raised in a decaying society, and second, was to make us stronger as people heading into this reality. I don't know if I agree with his methods, but I sure respect him for trying. As a non-Christian, I think he saw the world as one hell of a tough place to live in, with its moments of joy of course (ie. through Shakespeare), but overall, one where you have to build up your barriers and suck it up. For example, he would read our papers outloud, and ridicule all the mistakes, or stupid ideas we had to contribute. He would never fail to cleverly tell us how stupid we actually were. It's hard to read him; either deep down, he didn't give a rats ass and thought we were all dispicable, or he really did care for us. Considering the passion displayed for his job, and the effort he put in correcting our shortcomings, I'd like to believe it was the latter.

Honestly, I wouldn't be able to write papers as well as I do if God didn't put me in his class. He and my band teacher, are the two soul reasons why I've decided to become a school teacher myself.

To conclude, I was accepted into Education just yesterday. An empty victory it seems, but in honor of him, I hope to be able to change and inspire lost kids as he did for me.