Norm life baby: "we're white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary."
Norm life baby: "we're quitters and we're sober our confessions will be televised."
Norm life baby: "we're rehabbed and we're ready for our 15 minutes of shame."
Norm life baby: "we're talkshown and we're pointing, just like Christians at a suicide."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
-Marilyn Manson, I Dont Like the Drugs, But the Drugs Like Me
I was unaware I had posed for a teenage angst website: how about that! But where did my nose go?
Nothing much to tell, except school stuff, which may bore a lot of you, but it amuses me to no end, so bear with me for a bit.
Today I felt like Pat Robertson; every literature class was reading a scene where the main character washes his hands of responsibility, and I had to explain the allusion of Pontius Pilate. This somehow led to a discussion of why stealing your neighbors pen is bad and other life ethics with a group of tenth graders who provided every rationale I could ever imagine for stealing.
Later, one of the boys took me aside and confided to me that the reason he didnt pass in his homework was because this girl was pressing charges against him for battery and he was too stressed out about that situation to complete the worksheet. 
I responded with, uh, okay do you think you can have it in tomorrow? and the boy said yes. Apparently the stress of a felony trial is only temporary.
Of course, this was followed up with a slow Open House night, where traditionally I spend most of the time trying to convince parents that yes, Johnny needs to attend class on a regular basis if he plans to pass and no, I dont see a valid reason why Susie should be able to get up and wander around the classroom at random times at her leisure. For the most part this year, though, the few attendees were a handful of parents of those students who I have no concerns about and, of course, the two or three mentally unstable parents who save up every frustration about their lives for this annual chance to project them onto their childrens teachers. I did have one bright spot though: parents of a girl who sits dead silent in my class day after day, making no eye contact with me, came in and told me that every afternoon their daughter comes home, gathers her little brothers and sisters around, and repeats whatever myth or plot twist in the Greek tragedy we are reading that day. The myths I had told to the class orally weeks ago and thought no one listened to: she had been listening to every single word. Her parents are thrilled that she seems to have an interest in something academic, and they came to open house just to tell me so. I almost cried and kissed them.
Yeah, the salary sucks and sometimes the politics are unbearable, but damn, its times like those that make me glad I became a teacher. lioness4, you know what I mean!
Okay this has turned into some sort of lost episode of The Facts of Life where Mrs. Garrett hits the hash pipe and it's freaking me out, so I am outta here!
Norm life baby: "we're quitters and we're sober our confessions will be televised."
Norm life baby: "we're rehabbed and we're ready for our 15 minutes of shame."
Norm life baby: "we're talkshown and we're pointing, just like Christians at a suicide."
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all
-Marilyn Manson, I Dont Like the Drugs, But the Drugs Like Me
I was unaware I had posed for a teenage angst website: how about that! But where did my nose go?
Nothing much to tell, except school stuff, which may bore a lot of you, but it amuses me to no end, so bear with me for a bit.
Today I felt like Pat Robertson; every literature class was reading a scene where the main character washes his hands of responsibility, and I had to explain the allusion of Pontius Pilate. This somehow led to a discussion of why stealing your neighbors pen is bad and other life ethics with a group of tenth graders who provided every rationale I could ever imagine for stealing.
Later, one of the boys took me aside and confided to me that the reason he didnt pass in his homework was because this girl was pressing charges against him for battery and he was too stressed out about that situation to complete the worksheet. I responded with, uh, okay do you think you can have it in tomorrow? and the boy said yes. Apparently the stress of a felony trial is only temporary.
Of course, this was followed up with a slow Open House night, where traditionally I spend most of the time trying to convince parents that yes, Johnny needs to attend class on a regular basis if he plans to pass and no, I dont see a valid reason why Susie should be able to get up and wander around the classroom at random times at her leisure. For the most part this year, though, the few attendees were a handful of parents of those students who I have no concerns about and, of course, the two or three mentally unstable parents who save up every frustration about their lives for this annual chance to project them onto their childrens teachers. I did have one bright spot though: parents of a girl who sits dead silent in my class day after day, making no eye contact with me, came in and told me that every afternoon their daughter comes home, gathers her little brothers and sisters around, and repeats whatever myth or plot twist in the Greek tragedy we are reading that day. The myths I had told to the class orally weeks ago and thought no one listened to: she had been listening to every single word. Her parents are thrilled that she seems to have an interest in something academic, and they came to open house just to tell me so. I almost cried and kissed them.
Yeah, the salary sucks and sometimes the politics are unbearable, but damn, its times like those that make me glad I became a teacher. lioness4, you know what I mean!
Okay this has turned into some sort of lost episode of The Facts of Life where Mrs. Garrett hits the hash pipe and it's freaking me out, so I am outta here!
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jakeypooh:
alright, so i'm drink, that's the way it should be. my gooeness, i hung out with th elioness3 4, and she didn't want any of the J Man, ane neither did meaney, so i guess i'm all alone. it's sad i know, but one day, i'll get one or the other, and it'll be a good dat.
nevermore_66:
That's pretty cool, the girl who's all into Greek myth. I remember my "awakening" moment...it was with Poe 