Day 32. Combat.

Today someone told me history was interesting. Finally. My 30 year struggle to relay my passion and belief that effect follows cause, and the present is always evolving out of the past and into the future, has born a tiny fruit. It is enough for a seed.

FBI Comprehensive Law took a conversation all the way from misunderstood cults, to well understood cults, to evil Nazi ideology, misunderstood symbolism, the lessons of Tinker v. Des Moines, free speech, and finally ended in the jungles of Guyana. I still haven't finished my slide show, and it's been two whole days of teaching.

AICE Global Perspectives probably did something, however I spend many hours in meditation after the class ends, to forget how poorly structured and British it is, and as such I don't really remember what happened. Hopefully it was research.

AP Study Hall burst into the room like they were coming into a party. I was asked to rap and I declined. If my true talent is ever discovered I will need to rap every lesson from now until retirement. I'm not ready for that lifestyle, I have boring sneakers, I don't want to land my helicopter on the roof everyday, and although the idea of walking to class in a fur coat, walking an ostrich on a diamond studded leash, does appeal to me I feel it would eventually begin to grow dull. (This is my life as a rapper, no one else's.)

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Then I asked a few kids to help clean up the art supplies, and they wanted 20 service hours. Each. They do not understand the economy of Cypress Bay. I offered one kid an expired coupon for shrimp from Bonefish Grill. He said he was allergic to shrimp. I then offered him expired Altoids. He was about to accept and he asked me what flavor they were. "Shrimp". I said.

"Ah. I wish. Remember I'm allergic to shrimp." I'm not sure if Altoids makes a shrimp flavor but apparently people aren't as suspicious of that flavor as I would have expected.

At last I convinced him to agree to fix up the room in exchange for fighting a dog. He chose one Rottweiler or 20 chihuahuas. He then said he wasn't comfortable fighting anything larger than that.

Also some kid slipped out early before the bell rang, and the rest of the class refused to rat them out. I admire their silence. I feel bad it will cost them so much...