Tired and happy

So. Thirteen and fourteen year olds are like aliens. Pretty cool aliens, but aliens nonetheless. How could anyone be bothered by the kind of alien that border jumps when these creatures are allowed to roam freely amongst us?! It's a good thing that when they're cool they're super cool. I mean, there are a few students in my class this week who shine so fucking bright that all my fears for the future dissolve - it's comforting and joyous just to be around them. The whole group is alternately funny, inquisitive, withdrawn, clever, aggressive, comatose, sensitive, imaginative, confident, challenging, open, inspiring, critical, hopeless... Each of them contributes something unique to the shape, the feel, the very possibilities of our time together and I wouldn't change a thing.

PS. I now have confirmation from ladies age 13 to 43 that Mean Girls is scary true.