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@j-owens-blog
[Reads a students paper.]Â
"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jag."
[Cries in his hands, shaking slightly and whispering to himself.]
Jesus fucking Christ, why did I chose this job.
What.
My parents always thought he was a bad influence.
He sounds pretty cool.
What.
My grandpa smoked weed until the day he died, yo.
Well um.
What.
Are you serious? I mean, if you wanna be a teacher still, you just gotta not get caught.
[Pfts.] Nah, I'm too old for that shit.
What.
You really think so?
I've never done anything crazy like that so it's pretty cool to me.
What.
More or less, yeah.
Way cool.
What.
On like- Weed?
What.
Drugs do that to people.
What.
Cling wrap obviously clings to whatever it touches.
Children are affected early on in life by whatever they’re taught or come into contact with and it sticks with them.
Cling wrap is a metaphor for thoughts, ideas, and morals.
I think.
Impressive.
What.
Fuck it.
No seriously kid. What the fuck does "Psychology is probably the study of cling wrap and children," even mean?When I ask for a thousand word essay I don't mean a single sentence repeated 100 times.
There are different kinds of happy. I’m plenty happy.
You don’t know the first thing about me, and don’t pretend you do just because you’re a fucking high school psychology teacher.Â
That frown mark certainly tells a different story, Cross.
Correct. Infact, I don't even know the second thing about you. Love, please go to the bathroom and fix the current state your panties are in because I'm not putting up with this stupid mood of yours.
What.
Literally this assignment makes no sense.
That’s very sad.Â
Mmm I think I’ll keep calling you, Owens.Â
What can I say? I'm a very sad little man.
I guess I'll just call you Cross then. You don't seen very happy, suits you.
I don’t think anybody but you gets excited for coming back to this hole of adolescent hormone crazed debauchery, Owens.Â
Who wouldn't love coming here everyday? God, I'm fucking beside myself on weekends.. [Rolls his eyes and laughs.] Liv, please. Not even my students call me Mr. Owens. It's John to everyone, including staff.
Sounds to me like you’ve got some fucked up priorities, buddy.
I suppose I do, but I've heard that happens when you become a psychology teacher. You look at everything a bit differently.Ooh! Someone has their panties in a twist today! Not to excited to be back at school Liv?
Do you want to lose a hand?
Only my left hand. If you chopped it off I wouldn't have to mark papers.
Mmm…Half decent cup of coffee.Â
First one in days.
Could I've a sip?
