Javier Rivera

The man, the myth, the legend.  I am sitting here in his class, and we still have three hours, thirty-five minutes, 50 seconds together today.  That makes...*uses math NOT learned in CMA*...about 40 hours left all together.  Now, because no laptops are allowed in this time-stopping class, I am forced to write this down on paper, and promise to myself that I'll type it out in a blog later.  So, you're reading something I wrote on paper first.  I hate writing on paper!  How bored am I? Anyways, I have a newfound hope for this blog, now that John has decided that he'll log on to read it later.

So, I will return to my original topic, distant relative of Zorro, Senor Rivera.  This guy is, pardon moi francais, bad ass.  His hair is jet black, and it's slicked back (by none other than a wide-toothed comb) against his skull.  And the amounts of gel that must be used...my God.  You could probably do every child's hair in Kenya.  I mean, his hair is not only shiny, but the heaps of gel/pomade have dried and now share similar properties with concrete.  He probably does his hair on Monday, and it just stays the exact same way through the week.  His attire has been fine thus far, with two different Full Sail button-ups paired with jeans.  But today, he shows up in a John Cena t-shirt and windbreaker-style pants.  It looks like he partied a little hard on Monday night, and just rolled out of bed this time.  But don't worry! The hair still looks phat. :) He also sports a wedding ring and a classy silver watch.

Now, it was in the second half of our first class in which I saw it.  I was watching him pace the class (as he waited for us adults to write down how to multiply a fraction), and I realized that the man waddles, like a penguin.  It's so awesome.  He doesn't quite take steps, as much as he shuffles each foot forward, making his shoulders move side-to-side.  He simply waddles.  If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch Happy Feet now.  Go.

And now (which means...*points finger down* mow.), for what I realized today. I have been...

Hold on.  I have to breeze through some problems.

Time Out: 1416 hours

Time In: 1420

I mean, seriously.  4 minutes?  You can't challenge me a little more than that?

Alright, so I've been getting more and more laughs because of Javier's accent.  As you can probably tell, he is Hispanic.  But it's funny cause he doesn't have a strong hispanic accent.  For some reason, I keep on thinking he sounds like he's from Krakosia (The Terminal...anyone?), or Russia, or...somewhere that is not Mexico lolzz.  And i realized that is because he is trying SO hard to compensate for his natural accent, that he is over-enunciating.  It just sounds...wrong.  Once you realize it, you can hear all the ways he is trying to sound like he's from the States (which is in stark contrast to Jose the Puerto Rican in the back, who answers "Aqui!" during roll call).  He speaks so slowly, ever so careful to say everything right, which is funny cause he is talking about horribly boring things in a slow voice.  Bueller?  Bueller?  ...Bueller?

The combonation of all these things cause me to have a profound sense of joy inside.  Sitting here with my fellow classmates, laughing over the crazy antics of our teacher, I feel happy.  Things are alright here, when I look at things like this.  Because yeah, I am stuck in Algebra I, but there are worse things in life.  I feel pretty optimistic right now.  Actually, you know what it is?

I feel free.