Seven Days, Seven me
Featured Story - JOUR 518
Oct. 16, 2015
Everyone has seven days a week. For Professor Kronsted aka Bboy Red Kid, he has a different role to fill everyday
Under the CTA line, the train tracks wailed as the train passed. You wondered if Dunkin Donuts is a good idea. You checked your backpack to make sure you have class material and the gears for dance. You turned right into Dunkin’ Donuts. Your week begins.
It’s 9 a.m. You need caffeine. You just graduated from University of Chicago with a Master in Philosophy. You are a philosophy professor. You are a member of the world-renowned New York Bboy (breakdancer) crew, 5 Crew Dynasty. You are studying GRE and preparing your Ph.D. applications. You wrote a novel on philosophy for young adults.
You have to teach three hours of Philosophy classes everyday. Professor, a career path that you didn’t even consider until you moved to America. Now, you are possibly the youngest Danish professor at age 26.
In Denmark, major was decided in high school. You let a coin decided your future. It was chemistry and it was a mistake. High school was as painful as being a non-baseball fan and living right next to Wrigleyville.
You came to America with a career in Bboy in mind. Through the Au Pair program, you babysat and attended Princeton University for a year. At Princeton, you found your passion in the unapologetic pursue of truth, philosophy.
It was high school. Amalie Panton, the girl you had a crush on, invited you to her modeling show with a backstage pass, so you can talk to her afterward. You remember sitting in audience with your little heart pounding and pants tighter than ever as she walked down the runway in her bikini. It was kind of creepy but at that time, heart overs mind.
Your gaze switched as a man with complexion like he belongs in the movie, Twilight, came out in a pair of army green UFO pants, oversize white tee and bucket hat. You weren’t sure if it was his late ‘90s American Fashion in 2005 or the head-spin that stole your attention from all the models in bikini.
After the show, you used to the backstage pass. You walked straight passed Panton. You went to that breakdancer.
You could be dating a model but you chose to be a Bboy.
It was the four years in Mary Manhattan College, made you realize that pursuing education in America is harder than pursuing the answer to human existence.
You lived in South Bronx and then Queens. You took out a loan. Due to student visa, you had to work borderline illegally performed at numerous birthday parties and bar mitzvahs because working for school would just not be enough. You scrambled for pennies. You weren’t sure if you could complete your degree, it was always very close. There were days, where eating wasn’t an option. You went to friends’ apartments, hoping they have some left over. Or you had no money for the subway, so you had to jump it.
Thursday has never been easy but it is always followed by Friday. You received the largest grant from University of Chicago because your academic achievements in Mary Manhattan and Danish government gave you a grant for education at master level.
Because getting sunburn is a Scandinavian natural trait, Bboys call you Red Kid. Your Facebook last name is Everday (yes, without Y). In Denmark, the worst insult is calling someone a “bragger.” Now, you live in a country that celebrates Donald Trump.
Han Gil, a friend, colleague and former classmate, described you as a cluster of energy. He doesn’t understand how you can dance, play video games, teach and still kept up with grades.
You are constantly in a tug-of-war with all your passions. You hate that you can’t be as immersed in each as you wanted to be. You want to be physically prepared for Bboy battles but you have to prepare teaching materials for you classes. You want to finish your Ph.D. applications but you just went to Philadelphia for one of the biggest dance competitions on this planet. You are also invited to Italy in December to battle.
You know that it’s not easy to do all these with the expectations you have for yourself but Thursday had already prepared you well.
Saturday has always been the battle, on and off the dance floor.
Today, you are not enlightening the next generations, defying gravity or testing body limit, or seeking that balance between the two. Today, you are the mastermind behind your army of orcs, trolls, knights, elves and dragons.
“I seek to destroy the balance. Today, I march for War-Hammer!” said Christian Spiros Motsenigou Kronsted.