Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Question of the Day: Why is it that so many of my friends come to me with their romantic dismays?
It's not that I mind -- in fact, it's very flattering, that my friends regard my opinion so highly as to ask my advice or comfort on such issues -- and it's not that I'm annoyed that such topics tend to remind me that I'm nineteen and have zero relationship experience -- in fact, I could care less. If anything, it makes me feel remarkably good, if I am able to help someone in any way with their personal dilemma.
But still, I want to know: Why am I -- the least experienced with such things -- the person who is sought out for romantic advice? Because I listen? Because I respond earnestly with what I genuinely deem to be good advice?
I've come to the conclusion that my Supreme Innocence makes me the perfect unbiased opinion -- or so the theory goes. Presumably, having never made any relationship mistakes, I must know what I'm doing.
But I've never had a rleationship to make a mistake with. And while I do have a very set and straightforward take on romance, and on how couples should act toward one another, and How Things Should Be, the fact of the matter is, my view is all hypothetical, since I haven't had the opportunity to see for myself if it really works that way in the Real World.
But hey, my romantic philosophies are nice ones, though. Maybe that's why people ask me for advice: I'm telling them what they want to hear, perhaps?
In any case, I've decided that I'm going to become a Romantic Advice columnist. My selling point is that I'm a virgin with no dating experience. I bet it's original.
Link of the Day: Tvertimot!. Stumbled across this little corner of cyberspace quite at random today -- it's the blog of one of my favorite high school teachers, Sean Cavazos-Kottke, and consists mostly of movie and book reviews, with a sprinkling of political and personal rants. However, I was just thrilled to find it -- Mr. C-K has recently moved from Texas to Michigan, to be a part of the planning and the development of the Gifted and Talented program up there. I honestly cannot think of anyone I've known, in all my years spent in G/T and AP classrooms, who is more well-suited to take on such a role. I chose to recognize Mr. C-K at the Honor Banquet my senior year of high school, as the teacher who'd had the most profound effect on my intellectual growth and experience. Now, while nearly half of the other honor graduates in my class were "sharing" a teacher -- I believe Mr. Hamm (who was, quite frankly, one of the worst teachers for me) was chosen by three graduates -- I was the only person who, apparently, had gotten so much out of Mr. C-K's classes. And I only had him for a year and a half of high school! But I would not be the same person I am without his influence. Mr. C-K sharpened my sense of creative analysis; his comments on my essays were what probably encouraged me to begin to really explore writing. He was attentive and genuinely interested in my own progress, in my own opinion. He truly did love expanding the minds of his students. You don't often find such wholehearted and true care in the teaching profession, even with those who teach the bright children -- and it's really a shame.
I wish I had had more teachers like Mr. C-K.
I also wish he would post a link to his new e-mail address. Or at least get a comments feature.
Writing of the Day: Yes, you read that right -- writing! I have something to tinker with, at last. My father gave us "Cliff's Notes" for what he wants for Father's Day -- on the list, there is a request for a skit, written by me, performed by my brother, mother, and sister, and with the theme of "The Perfect Number One Coffee Shop Crony". Yes, it's mostly an inside joke -- but I already have so many ideas. I'm thinking something along the lines of "Goofus and Gallant", with a few twists... I wonder if my brother still has that whip from his Indiana Jones costume around here... and no, I'm not insinuating anything bad. Shame on you. Get your mind out of the gutter.
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