function,fulfill,fuckall,finish.

today for civics i asked the class to write down one word on the notepad which best describes their secret vulnerability (borrowing from glee project) and it turned out a whole lot of heart-rending revelations, from 'molestation' which brought the girl to tears to 'abandonment' to the proverbial existential despair of 'inevitability'. one boy then asked me what the purpose of life was, going on to disclose how he feels we spend our lives pleasing our parents and the other half the wishes of our children.wow. how jaded these 17 yo are (must be PW intensity escalating). i was for a moment stumped because it's just the most bothersome question i've asked all my life. i wish then i could just be forthcoming about the futility of questioning and maybe just sum it up in those 4 words. where is the youthful joie de vivre, you know? 

anyway i've come to really feel for my class. they're so many old damaged souls from what i've yet to pin down. i know i was angsty at their age but never this cynical. i'm just glad we had this session so i can at least deconstruct each personality a little better. and in that spirit of honesty, i wrote this on my notepad.

as usual, no one flinched or gasped. in fact i dare say 80% were the least bit surprised (and i'm sure a couple waiting to come out privately cheered haha). i explained that the only way i could expect honesty from them is to be true myself. i think most appreciate the premise of my management style. it's all about being accountable for everything you do.

after that intense session i told everyone to give each other a hug or tweet it at least. two girls (whom i sense a crush-vibe) wanted to hug me but i replied to their amusement, 'er no. the last time i hugged a female student it ended up in a 3.5yr r/s. never again.' =p

if only life were so simple. my opulent bungalow done up in a week. even my students are chiding me about my addiction hehe

& virtual romance takes on a whole new meaning with you haha