My Mud

They weren't kidding when they said adolescent boys are missing most of their frontal lobe. Any freshman's attention span is probably about 5 minutes--and this is not a joke. After 5 minutes, I'm talking for my own benefit.

Nevertheless, daily I go about my business shaping their minds and their study habits. It's a lot like sculpting with wet mud. Not clay, but the stuff you find in your lawn after a good soaking. Upperclassmen think they know it all, and you have to hit them repeatedly with a hammer to smooth out the dents in their personalities. Not freshmen...they're mud.

Mud which I shape today and every day, only to see it melted down into a pile of goop tomorrow. The weekends are even worse...you'd think they went on summer break. But I keep casting that mud in hopes that one day it will stick.

From the infernals of hell, this is Dan reporting. Back to you Drew.