Mr. Wong

I have class every day from 8-12. First block is Mr. Wong. We call him Wong Teacher. He wears the same kakhi pants to work every day along with some black sandals that show his toes. He always walks into class with a clear thermos in his hands. Not that I ever see him walk into class....due to i'm a slacker and always show up to class about 5 min late. -__- Today's excuse was my bike got a flat tire.

Inside this thermos contains yellow liquid with an array of long plants floating up from the bottom. I swear that man is drinking the ocean in a glass, with the sea weed stretching up, swaying in the murky water. Sea in a glass.....maybe we should market that mess in America! And maybe I should remember to refrain from telling him that his drink looks like the ocean that my little brother used to pee in when we went to South Padre every year. Noted.

Mr Wong is about as old school chinese professor as they get. Every day he picks up the chalk. Writes about a million chinese words on the board.

His chalk breaks in half.

He keeps using it.

It breaks again.

Small pieces of the chalk cling to the board and slowly slide down down DOWN, refusing defeat in the eyes sudden death like so many other pieces of chalk that have not been as lucky. I'm looking at the board. he's looking at me peering through square spectacles that make his eyes look at least three times larger than they really are. "do you understand? Do you understand Fuh Zi Min?(thats my name)" I nod my head as my eyes trace the chalk inching its way down the board. He turns back to the black board and writes another word that I can't read because lets be honest, I just can't pay attention for that long.

Chalk breaks again.

.....Every day for two hours.

He can be very hilarious too.....like the day he started teaching us naughty words. Or when the boys get him to go on an hour long tangent about soccer during class, and he doesn't even realize that he has rambled for an hour. Or when he is trying to use the new vocabulary in an example:

Grammar Principle: Not up to standard. Example: I don't know why Emily's chinese is not up to standard. She's been studying for a whole year. bleh

Here's what happens to my mind....

"I freaking miss AMERICA! all i want is PIZZA people. Can't you get over the cost and realize I need this for my SOUL"

"I hope that zit on my face hasn't gotten bigger....."

"I wonder what the conversion from Kilos to pounds is....the dr. said I am 55 Kilos? What if pounds are like THREE TIMES AS MUCH!? OH NO!"

"Blah blah blah....what are we talking about again? FOCUS Emily FOCUS"

" Man, I need some better dance moves. I never did learn how to dougie. Maybe I should do that after school?

"I should have gotten more sleep last night....why do i ALWAYS do this to myself! But at least sleep was sacrificed all in the name of the A I just got on that Quiz!"

"Wonder what I should eat for lunch after this.....I really want Pizza. I can't have pizza. Ok noodles. More noodles."

"Is this class almost over? OH only 23 min left!"

And that is why I need sweet liberation from distraction. Because everyone in my class is better at Chinese than me. Probably because they aren't thinking about pizza all the time.....or are they?