warm fuzzy poop

It's been a long hard day. Instead of loading trucks or driving around, I graded hundreds of essays from 11th graders. These essays are a big part of a standardized test. It's touching when you think of how important this thing is in their young lives. Their world is very narrow and they struggle wth the broader concepts that they are forced to write about. These kids are going to have to come of age in a world without a whole lot of hope. Is it any wonder why they seem so numb and deliberately oblivious? They are surrounded by a world they can't control and most of them couldn't tell you what their real hopes and fears are. I don't think they have enough introspection. Sure they can respond with what they think you want to hear, but I really thnk most of them can't see beyond the plastic materialism they've been conditioned to embrace. I look around and even the kids who live in my "ghetto" are soft and flabby wearing big baggy two hundred dollar hoodies and never working a day in their lives. Well, I digress. Anyway to the budding youth of my native land I can only say.."You're fucked!"