Happiness is...

Wow, five days since my last post. Can you tell I've been busy?

It's that time...

My 10-year reunion is this year! First of all, I can't believe I'm that old. I remember making fun of my brother and his friend (my drama teacher) when they were discussing their 10-year reunion. Of course, when you're 16, ten years seems like a long way off. (See above for further reference.)

What I find most disturbing about the whole thing is that I have changed, but no one would probably be able to tell. I haven't moved to California, I haven't changed my clothes much, I haven't even bought an expensive car. While others were off chasing happiness, I have found it. I guess I always had it. It's inside of me and I can't really show it off for one day out of ten years. Why would I want to, anyway?

I guess I have to be content knowing that happiness is not a BMW. I could buy one, but I don't need one. I have what I need and I can't hold it in my hands.

Hey Kids! Write Your Own Sex Book!

After I input (no pun intended) ten pages of a romance novel at work today, it became apparently clear that anyone can write one. So, as an exercise á la Mad Libs, I have designed my own lesson plan. Now you, too, could write your own steaming love fest today!

Note: You must use at least 15 of the following words in the first paragraph:

Verbs
aching
pulsing
clenching
arching
swelling
probing
shuddering
throbbing
gasping

Nouns
maleness
manhood
shaft
smooth mounds
hot passage
rod

Adjectives
lusty
magnificent
large
fierce
hard
wet
steamy
fire-hot
dripping

Proud to be an American?

I found myself wondering if I should even become a teacher while sitting in my Intro to Education class last night. The topic of some 14-year-old kid that refused to say the Pledge of Allegiance came up, and it seemed like so many of my classmates were outraged. The kid is an atheist and says that the Pledge promotes Nationalism. I think his moxie is kind of cool.

I personally refused to "remain standing for a moment of silence" in my high school on the basis of separation of church and state, which usually is just a term people use. I remember watching The Little Rascals (from the 30's) and they left out the under God part. Of course, The Little Rascals was never a model of political correctness.

Anyway, the class all seemed to agree that the anti-Pledge kid should be ashamed and that (this one got to me) if he doesn't want to pledge to the flag of the United States of America, he shouldn't live in America! But isn't that the whole point of being an American? To all who take this stance, I have my old standby reply (which came originally from my dad):

I may not agree with your opinions, but I'll defend your right to have them.