My Damn Opinion

So, I'm back in the school again, getting there early and getting it set up. It's not in the same location, but it's still a nice place with good benches and lots of space to work, and one wall all mirror. As I'm getting everything put together, students start showing up and getting ready, looking like a good size class. At one point, Mike and Phil and Ken all show up, and they're glad to see me, and glad that I'm teaching today so they can just work out. As usual, the whole place has the feel of waiting for Kenny to show up, but not really expecting him to. Maybe that feeling was always just in me....

Anyway, we have several new students in the class, and Phil & Mike are helping out, and one of them is a tall, athletic handsome-faced kid, looks like he's about 17-18, and he suddenly starts mouthing off to me. He figures he's a bad ass and he's not impressed with what I'm showing him. Mike and Phil back off like, "Hey it's your funeral, man", and I tell the kid if he's feeling so tough to go gear up and we can see who's bad ass.

I come out a bit later, and everyone else is seated around the floor waiting for the match, and the kid is geared up and looking confident. I come out with what little gear I usually wear, but I'm feeling less than confident. I know I'm out of shape, and this kid is strong enough that he might actually hurt me if I let him hit me. Mike starts us out, and I throw a simple test roundhouse, not even landing it, just coming close and making sure to catch him with the pad. And he suddenly stops, his face grows real pale and he takes off his gear and leaves. Mike shakes his head like "Whatever, kid", as he walks out the door and starts to help me take off my gear. But the whole time I'm watching this kid leave, I can't shake the feeling: was he scared and impressed with what little I did? Or was he disappointed and disgusted, and now doesn't want to waste time learning from me?

I couldn't tell as he was walking away.

So, I'm at my mother's house again, up on the 2nd floor where I lived for so long. There's a lot of people there. Mar'questor still lives up there, but jontheunlucky lives there too. angry_joe_buss is also living up there, although I'm not sure where. He's examining the wiring in the house, telling us that we either need to run new wiring or start running extension cords through the place to run all our computers and stuff like we did last time (although that was at Greenwood, not my mother's house.) jontheunlucky has suggested that we all go see a movie we'd been excited about, I think it was a new Firefly film which I would love to go see. annoyed_person and a few others are ready to go, but first I have to fix the roof on the garage, and I just leap from the back porch roof over to the garage, easy enough.

Now I'm trying to get ready to go, but wilder_hiryu is playing in Mark's room on his computer while he's not there. I know this is going to piss Mark off, it always did. I go into Mark's room to find him and drag him out, and he's not there but he's left the computer running, playing a Blade game of some kind. jontheunlucky has made some kind of taco dish which everyone says is good, but you need to crunch up the taco shells before eating it, and you need a bowl to eat from. So I snag one from Mark's room and get my share. It's smaller than I thought, but it's good.

Finally, everyone's waiting on me, but I have two things standing in my way: first, I need to wash the bowl I borrowed and sneak it back into Mark's room without him knowing. I figure I'll wash the silverware of mine at the same time. And secondly: Fuji is coming over. She wants to see me because she's been drawing comics about our relationship. And this time, she's way thin, way hawt, and is wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Even in my dreams, this makes me stumble in my tracks. And everyone is waiting outside for me to hurry the hell up and leave with them. But I can't leave until the bowl is cleaned and put back in Mark's room, and Mark is not standing in the hallway with his laundry, making it impossible to sneak back in his room. And then Fuj is at the front door, looking up the stairs to see if I'm coming. And from the look on her face, I can't tell if she's happy to see me or not.

And then I wake up. And I'm fricking freezing underneath my new (formerly) toasty warm blanket. WTF?