Disney Knees

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It's been weeks, and thankfully, we've been getting somewhere. I've taught Michael how to differentiate minorities, DEI vocabulary, micro aggressions, and we even talked about the heavier stuff, like colorism, ageism, and ableism. We've been spending a lot of time together, and it seems like the four of us, me, Michael, Lori, and Pac have gotten pretty close. Sometimes I can hear him humming "Como la Flor," which I taught him during Semana Latina.

Overall, it's been a better semester than I thought. Sometimes I miss home and BU, but I got to see Cashley again and even my sister. It's weird that no one has reached out to me. I still haven't gotten over my mini crush on Michael, but him being so ignorant to marginalized people is helping. Honestly, he's a cool lil' dude, and I even learned a lot about him.

(AN: these are embellished true fax about Michael!)

He wakes up everyday to read a little bit of a different comic. I never saw it, but Lori told me.

He loves anime. One time, I caught him and we watch it together every now and then.

He's starting a production company, inspired by our classes to make Hollywood more inclusive.

He of course works out a lot. We even trained together before. He's built. Different.

Pac really does his own thing. I hear him make music, and sometimes people fly out meet up and make music with him. Sometimes, he even runs some of his lines by me for a "younger crowd connection" he says. I feel like we have and unspoken bond in being trapped in a house with the others, so we've gotten close.

Lori is always around, and I would jokingly say she simps heavy for Michael. I guess it's just personal assistant things. I won't mention it to them. She is just always there, trying to fix something, correct me in my lectures, cook something for us, or asking a bunch of questions. Sometimes she leaves during our tutoring, and let out sighs of relief. She won't let me be alone with Michael too long.

I just spent this morning sunrise reflecting on my past weeks here, and after breakfast, we'll start classes. Today, I'm teaching Michael about Colorblindness. This should be interesting.

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"Yes, but no, it's not that simple," I try to explain.

"But, I mean, we are one." Michael tries to reason, "One time, one of my producers told me something really profound, 'There's only one race: the human race' and ever since then, my whole outlook has changed." His eyes lit up like he really said something.

I shake my head and sigh. While it's been fun teach Michael about my proud minoritical ways, it's days like this where I have to over-explain that really drain me.

"It was Dwight wasn't it?" I give a straight face. Dwight is the only person who I know would tell him something like this.

"Yes, but they have a point."

I let out a long, exasperated sigh, "That phrase, like this entire topic, sometimes come from good intentions, but it's not that simple. Saying this like this ignores that struggles that each of us goes through, and it ignores the privilege that we (especially Dwight ) have," I explain a bit more of the matter.

Michael nods and finally agrees. I'm so exhausted and ready to move on.

"So, as you reflect on that, I have my own class in a few minutes," I glance at the clock, "Do you have any questions?"

Michael smiles. I love his smile, "Nope, I appreciate your patience. I'm seeing things a lot differently. I'm really going to miss this."

I smile like Radio Rebel and look down. Sometimes, he knows exactly what to say to give me Disney knees. He could never know this, but I'll miss him too.

:)

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