You made them, baby boys
Conceived in a sweaty room
Forgotten fruit left to rot
The urge to run too soon
Scattershot bonds stretch
Heated passion, spoiled seeds
Helpless baby boys flailing
Without the direction he needs
You made them, baby girls
Breeders, they can’t stop breeding
Pretty pink unkissed lips
Rushing towards the seeding
Scattershot, the TV dreams
Promises whispered or unspoken
Babies make babies cry
So all the boys and girls are broken
Submitted to FOWC with Fandango and inspired by my experiences teaching wild and untamed students already on their sexual journies as their young parents are missing in action (for various reasons).
Today I’m feeling:
Good again. I pushed through the tough exercise again this morning, feeling breathless and sweaty by the end. Amy has been sound asleep in the mornings for the last few days and in the evenings I’m usually asleep well before her.
I enjoyed my first two grade 11 classes this morning and just have a reading class with the grade 8s this afternoon and it’s the weekend again.
Today I’m grateful for:
My student, Beam. In the task I set his class yesterday of sending me an oral diary telling me what they learned that day, Beam told me that he really enjoys my class and learning things from me.
Whilst he is smart enough to know how to butter someone up I believe his sincerity. It felt good to hear and encourages me. I will return that encouragement to the class.
The best thing about today was:
… (As I’m writing this on Saturday morning, I don’t feel that there was one best thing about yesterday. The day was pretty good all round until I ran out of energy, and as I’m still not fully recovered yet, it is clouding my memory of yesterday a little too.)
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
In my last class, I could feel my energy giving out and was glad to end it a little early and then head home. I revived briefly with some dinner, but by around 7.30 pm, I was crashing badly and melting into the lounge, mindlessly watching TV.
Amy tried to revive me again before sleep, but ended up disappointed, and I was asleep an instant later.
(I didn’t even have energy to complete writing here and doing it now on Saturday morning)
Something I learned today?
Praew told me that she will leave our school at the end of the semester because of her unhappiness, and on further investigation, she told me it was because she was bullied in our class.
I thought maybe this was by her old friends, Nudee and Ueang, but I was surprised to learn that it was by KanomBang. I hadn’t seen this at all.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I sympathised with Praew and her situation.














