Yesterday, I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the news on my smartphone while taking a nasty shit. Trump has declared a trade war on China, and the mainland is now hoping that the middle class will start becoming consumers to alleviate the economic stress. But the Chinese are notoriously cheap. They can squeeze a nickel until it cries. Furthermore, their money usually goes to the education of their children. Math lessons. English lessons. Art lessons. Piano lessons. All these extra classes really take a bite out of a family budget.
I stepped into my spacious shower. I wanted to beat my meat, but I was simply too tired. I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. I’ve been watching Netflix’s adaptation of The Haunting of Hill House, and it’s been giving me the heebee-jeebees. My slumber has been haunted by nightmares. I’m currently on episode six. I’ll watch episodes seven and eight later tonight.
I called my mom using WeChat.
I said, “Did you finally see the doctor about your cyst?”
“Well, what did he say?”
“He wouldn’t lance it. He thinks it would be too painful. First, I have to take antibiotics. When the inflammation goes down, he’ll cut it out of my neck.”
“Wow. That sounds awful.”
She nodded. “Nothing is ever fucking easy.”
“It’s not cancer, is it?”
“No! Why is everything with you cancer? It’s just a cyst. I’ll be fine.”
I got to work at 7:30 a.m. We had a meeting. I can’t remember a word that my boss said. But I smiled and nodded nevertheless. I’m wonderful that way.
My day at school was uneventful. I managed to get a lot of shit done. I hate mindless paperwork. But the teaching profession is filled with it. Countless memos are written, and a myriad of forms are filled out. The process never fails to numb my brain.
I talked to one of my coworkers during a short break.
I said, “The teaching profession has become somewhat controversial. Lots of weird and exciting things are happening.”
He said, “For instance?”
“Social justice math. Did you know that you can teach math from a social justice perspective?”
“I never gave it much thought.”
“You can. To make matters worse, lots of colleges of education are filled with radicals.”
“Can you give an example?”
“Have you ever heard of William Ayers?”
“Well, he blew up a federal building back in the day. Nevertheless, the University of Illinois gave him a job as a professor of education.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is. He was pals with Obama. Some actually believe that he was the ghostwriter behind Obama’s famous book Dreams of My Father.”
He shook his head and walked away.
Millennials never believe what I say. I find a lot of them to be irritating know-it-alls.
I got home at 5:30 p.m. and watched Tucker Carlson on YouTube. In China, YouTube is against the law. I pay for a VPN in order to enjoy my favorite websites. Make no mistake. The mainland is a totalitarian country.
Anyway, I love Tucker. He talked about Elizabeth Warren. She’s a senator from Massachusetts who keeps telling everybody that she’s a Native American. She took a genealogy test. According to the numbers, she is 1/1204 part Indian. It would take a dedicated lib-tard to fall for her bullshit.
I went to bed at 9 p.m. I didn’t sleep well. Things kept on going bump in the night.