>Vicki begged me to join Molly for a lecture.
Having given lectures before, I had pretty low expectations going in. Add in that it’s Friday night on another campus twenty-minutes away by bus, and I had really low expectations.
I’m happy to say that it cleared the bar. Not that it took much effort, considering how low it sat to begin with, but I was happy to feel like I was accomplishing something. Something is better than nothing, even when I can’t quite articulate what “something” is, which might in fact make it “nothing”.
Anyways, we ended it with a Q & A session, and this was where my enjoyment skyrocketed. I always thought an orgasm was the highest pleasure for which man can yearn.
I stand corrected.
A girl got the mic and related the history of an athlete named Carl Lewis. I’m not talking about a few notable accomplishments. No, this chick literally cited his entire fucking biography.
I knew a question was coming, and I was hoping her verbatim transcript might shed some clues as to what the hell I should say. No such luck.
Her question: “How is he doing with the cancer?”
My response: “Who?”
I must stress the next part: she got upset. She was visibly agitated that I did not know who Carl Lewis is. Or was.
How is he doing with the cancer? Let me know.
At the end, Molly said there was time for one last question. I noticed a guy leaning out of his seat and waving his hand frantically. I rush over and hand the mic to him.
“How do you think of Wuhan?”
Yep. This is your life as an English teacher in China. Want to come?
>your blog is very fine……