Thank you for giving a damn

The next few days were packed of preparations between Larry and I. 

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The night before I left Larry and I went to the Kaiserhof  (go there, please) Resturant in San Diego. Since it was about my 3rd or 4th time there with Larry and I'm sure his 30th or 40th, we felt special enough to plead for our favorite waiter. Scott, as I have observed, over all these visits does the job right. Never interrupting a conversation, listening to every request of his guests, is very fast and is entertaing,  if one wishes for entertainment. If not then he will simply do his job with dignity. His Rolex, perched on his rist shows us he doesn't NEED to be waiting tables, he serves his guests the not merely waits tables. He serves them the best he possibly can and is always enjoying his job. He knows everything on the menu, can help with every little worry. He can be German, if you want, Californian if you want, American if you really please, but he enjoys his work. I really apprecieate Scott.

Three days later, narrowly excaping a huge European snow storm, I said goodbye to Larry and took my 2 suitcases off with me to the San Diego Airport. Saying goodbye to Larry at 5am was a sad sight. I could see the envy in his loving eyes and I could breathe the expectation lingering in the cold, fresh air. (And I still can 7 billion miles and an ocean away.) Saying goodbye to my dear friend and sometimes teaher, Quigley over facebook sitting quite alone in the San Diego airport was a very somber affair as well.. Enjoying the last few minutes I had of cell phone use, the goodbyes nearly broke me. 

I kid you not, A Rubber Room.

The 12 hour flight sucked. That's all to be said about that. Well except the movie I watched at some point.. 5 o'clock somewhere, I haven't a clue of the time over the atlantic, but it was called Waiting for Superman . A documentary on American public schools. It was more depressing than te sad goodbyes. Have you heard of 'rubber rooms'? Will you, whoever you might be, look them up? And be disgusted with me at the public schooling system that our country shoves down our throat?  That movie made me want to spit in the teachers unions fat face, tell every 'teacher' sitting in those rubber rooms that they are an embarrasement to the name teacher, to America, and to the damn human race. I would like to scream in their faces, "GET SOME DIGNITY, GET A BRAIN, IF YOU HAD EITHER YOU WOULD RIGHTLY BE CLEANING THE STREETS WITH THE LACK OF WORTH YOU HOLD..." Disgusting. Seriously, I woulve love to be a teacher because of this messed up schooling system. I feel like it's my duty as a free willed individual to ask teachers working for a paycheck, if they know the damage they are doing for their country, I would like to give the students a good enough education so they can be better individuals than the scumb working for paychecks, SITTING in a room for paychecks. 

So here you have my highly energetic and pissed off view of non-passionate teachers. A shout out here to Lawrence Quigley, Jim Walker, John Feckinan, Carol Powaliz, Kirsten Long and John Corona. THANK YOU FOR GIVING A DAMN!