Dispatches by John P. Gamboa

….Was from my friend Say, a major in the Republic of Singapore Navy. He is seen above flexing while eating some Southeast Asian cuisine in West Covina, California.

Yesterday I had my open class, which is a sort of evaluation of my teaching skills.  A group of teachers, the principal and the vice principal sat in on class. In my prep and brief feeling of anxiety, I remember Say’s  immortal words, which he imparted to me on the day before I left San Diego in February bound for Korea.

Don’t fuck up.

Short, sweet, profane and right to the point. Given the success of my open class, I feel Say’s words were spot on.