I taught at the high school for the third time today. My heart isn’t really in it yet—in fact, I don’t really know where my heart is lately. Hibernating, maybe?
I asked 90 tenth graders to write short essays in the form of personal ads. One brave boy wrote, “Loves making music and traveling at high speeds. Daring. Sort of smart. Lacks confidence. 16, male, wishing for someone to help.” One of the girls said, “Seaching for a new family, preferably sane. Looking for a new me, too. Same requirements.”