Saturday, July 23, 2011

Redeux.

Today, as I was enjoying my third cup of coffee and working on a project that I actually need to work on, I was thinking, "Man, I have brilliant things to share with the world. I should jump start some life into the ole blog." So I quit working on what I actually need to work on, and decided to work on this - something I do not have time to work on.

Keeping a blog, for me, is a way to give back. Yes, give back. I am an avid blog reader. Chances are, if you've ever posted your blog on Facebook, Google +, Twitter, your gchat status, or anything else, I've added it to my Google Reader list. You don't know this because I don't comment often. I'm one of those. It's because I'm extremely nosy. I love to know what's going on, even if I don't actually have any reason to care. This drives Sean insane. Insane.

One of my favorite things about my job is Mondays. Mondays, I said it. What I love about Mondays is asking my students, "So, what did you do this weekend?" I'm not asking because I'm polite, and not (usually) because I am concerned for their safety or happiness. I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious for no reason at all, but my curiosity must be satisfied.

My students usually respond with silence, boring answers, or "I can't tell you because you'll 'send' me." (I work at a very special school where there are several junior jail cells for students when they act out physically or are socially inappropriate in other ways. Obviously fighting, but also swearing, saying disrespectful things, talking about gangs, drugs, etc, all gets you "sent.") I try to convince the kids to tell me anyway and swear on a stack of Bibles or Qur’ans, whichever appeals more to them, that their secret is safe with me. More often then not, I get the boring answer: "I got my nails done." "Nothing." "Slept." - those are their safe answers. Nevertheless, every Monday, I'm there bright eyed, bushy-tailed, and super annoyingly happy that it's Monday asking about their weekend.

It's time to give back. What am I doing this weekend? Nothing. What did I do last night? Slept.