Too Fast Too Furious - An Accidental Bad-Ass Leaked PheroHigh with IJ gone Horribly and Amazingly Well
What you are about to read happened in a short time span of 5 hours.
Awoke in the morning and checked my postage via DHL. Postage was to arrive due noon. Time reached and was about to step out of the door to my lesson with students and postman arrived on time. Perfect. Quickly opened the package to check everything was fine.
I had on me 2D of A314 today. I opened the package and I saw that IJ had probably leaked in the package. As I was checking the package. Somehow my hands got smeared with IJ.
Shit.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t have time to wash my hands. I went straight to class and throughout the journey I was doused with a huge overwhelming dose of IJ. I felt like a bad-ass jerk throughout the journey.
I probably scared the shit out of the men around me who took one quick look and avoided my gaze.
As I walked through the campus, women were cocked looking at me as I moved about as if my balls were huge.
I was really on a phero-high. It was as if I was extremely drunk with booze, but I was overwhelmed with the smearing of IJ.
I was feeling pretty bad-ass.
I reached my class and met my students.
Honestly at that time I thought that hell was gonna break loose. They seemed extremely intimidated by my presence throughout the whole lesson. There were 2 dudes and 2 girls, they were only 3 years younger than me but I was their lecturer.
However.
As the time passed on, bit-by-bit I gained their respect and as I started to build rapport and attracted their attention, the time started to pass.
1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, 5 hours.
They were hooked.
These are students who were not able to be attentive for more than an hour in school.
I hooked them and taught them for 5 hours straight, conveying vitality and energy in class.
All with the help of Instant Jerk, a bad-ass teacher who was as in-your-face as you could get and joked about things.
In a sense, cool.
I finished my lesson, 2 hours over-short.
Dismissed them and they went back.
Got a message from my superior.
“They love you. You have my full support, I give you full flexibility on your hours.”
Too fast, too furious.
A leaked bottle of IJ, smeared onto my hands, created a bad-ass cool teacher who spoke their language and gave birth to a kick-ass class.
I started out this journey with not much respect from my superior,
an incident that gave birth to an opportunity of a lifetime.
Now, I can say, whatever people say, mones freaking work.
Taken from Journal Entry, 20th August 2011