: no more high school kids on the bus, not today. Mouth the words, hum the tune, I’m the second to last. School is a buzz of test time, reams of paper, flash card construction, the high school entrance English exam. “You see the walls we have to climb? We're not teaching at a conversation school.” “I know that. I’ve known that.” Gave T-sensei that This American Life CD with the two transgendered children. The difference between “Which” and “Who” regarding cartoon characters. “I understand grammar. Your explanations are so alive. I can understand that,” F-sensei said. Sing-a-long time: You were married in the mirrored hall/ when I sixteen… / “I love girls in white leather jackets.” … / You said I was your blue blue baby and you were right… The kids of 1A making yellow sakura out of construction paper. That boy needs his own TV show. “How many CDs do you have?” Correcting tests in red pen; I get to only mark correct answers; like good cop. The 7-11 is an all-male singles party. The boy in front of me, with the tattered black Converse and cranberry colored stud, buys a can of light beer and Camel smokes.
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