Day 11. Again.

What is perfection but the daily pursuit of excellence? Because it is only in the attempt that we can succeed, not having been born immaculate we must perpetually fail. Some more than others.

Today AP Government ran shrieking into the room. "Hello class, today I would like to continue teaching the Amendments to the Constitution." They shuddered as a whole, as if a great jellyfish had dashed itself upon the jetty of learning and had drifted back into the sea of ignorance. "We hate learning!" they shouted at me, almost as if it had been rehearsed. "Stop making us learn! Your arrogance and intellectual superiority sickens us! Now leave us to our memes and influencers. We have an entire generation to doom and you can't stop us!"

And yet I tried. I dragged my sun damaged, spider bitten, mass to the podium and held onto it like it was a buoy and I was shipwrecked and surrounded by hungry manatees, each of them wishing to shred me like a lettuce. The apathy was too much and soon I just surrendered to the embrace of the desk and the hope that someone would glance at my carefully crafted homework, each question the hammer fall of a craftsman's sword on folded steel. Perhaps I would craft a blade sharper than the whole, but looking at the sea of faces yearning for the sugared warmth of social media and the vicarious lives of the influencers they all aspire to be I knew my blade may lack the bite I intended. Such was first and second hour. As they left the room they shot impudent glances from eyes dulled by phone screens. The blue light reducing them to mirror images of those that have searched for greatness before them, and each reflection was a more distorted version of the whole.

AICE Global Perspectives Law managed to be on time because they travel en masse, knowing that they are safer that way. Such is an education in law. We learned about plagiarism and the sad fate of Winston the puppy, who like a scholastic martyr will suffer for their misdeeds in the realms of academia. Hopefully lessons have been learned. I once again invited the class co-teacher, a wraith-like creature that lives in the electronic information storm that is the internet, and she guided them through in-text citation, for this gave me more time to ponder the form my life has taken and wonder if it is too late to be born as a moose, as I'm certain it is a more satisfying type of life.