This isn't a sports post. This is a post about the LA earthquake.
I'm teaching summer school right now (most of you that know me know I teach college and continuation school). They gave me this ESL class where I teach English to mostly fresh as hell immigrants, most from Mexico. I would like to note right now that I love this kind of student because they are the nicest students ever and love America.
So I'm chilling in my classroom and the earthquake happens. What did Patrick N do? Remember all those times I told you Patrick N was for himself and that's it? Some of you thought I was just playing a character. I was one of those people until today. See, the earthquake happens and Patrick N hides under his desk like you're supposed to when an earthquake occurs. Oh. No. I didn't tell the ESL students to do shit. So I'm hiding comfortably under my big ass desk and the kids are like, WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO WE NEVER BEEN IN AN EARTHQUAKE. WTFFFFFF AMERICAN TEACHERS.
Finally, my class translator said not to panic and told the kids to duck and cover. I thought it was a good time to announce to the class that I needed a hug.
Today they learned the best lesson in American culture. Need help? Fuck you. Help yourself.