Amusing Times

To hear a strange phrase or three come from my class is no rarity, and I realized that the vast majority of those phrases come from my face. Today, though, the oddities of class discussion were generously provided by some of my theater students as they discussed recent one-act competition.

"Did you see Jesus? He was so hot."

And no, they weren't talking about a Latino. Apparently, one of the plays was The Bible in 30 Minutes or something to that effect. I can't even imagine just how irreverent it had to have been, and even if it were classy, the casting choice for Jesus was obviously inspiring something not-so-Biblical.

"Wasn't he Christian?"

This wouldn't have been so amusing. But what I gathered is that "Christian" was the actor's name. I would have thought that the conversation could not have become much more entertaining, but another guy piped up.

"He wasn't Christian, he was Jewish."

It's a Small World

Most of my classes are little representations of the planet. The diversity is so real, you can almost feel it when you walk into the room. Kids from every continent (sans Antarctica) grouped together in a class of 23 students.

With recent events in the United States, we have been talking a lot about race relations and how things may change over the next four years. In doing so, I had one particular students emphasize the need for the term "African-American" instead of saying "Black." This sparked a rowdy debate about what people should say for every person under the sun. It was all put to rest though by Josh, a kid that normally makes me cringe when he starts his diatribes. But today:

"I'm just a guy. On one side, I'm Irish, and on another, I'm Russian. But I'm really just a guy."

It thrills me that some people can state so plainly that racial issues can be left behind when we focus not on the skin, but on the person inhabiting that skin.

Mmm...Fire

This weekend was The Singe with good friends in Missouri. It reminded me of how much I like fire. With the constant drizzle which will no doubt slick up the roads tonight, I craved flamage in my home. I have a handful of techniques to unwind at the end of the day, but I think this is the new favorite. Here I am dinkin' away online with some logs burning four feet away. I love the smell of burnt paper, and there's just a tinge of it wafting around.

I didn't even have a bad day, but if I did, this would definitely cure it.

Therapy Sessions

A new blog. Why, exactly? In Monster Meditation, I tried to have something to keep up with writing for accountability's sake. Recently, I've found that work has been taking a toll, and I've been wanting to scream a bit more. I think that it's good to get that kind of thing out, but I was thinking today of how I should work on something a bit more positive. Tranquilizing the Tantrums exists for the soothing of the soul. I want to create a place where anyone can come and find something that can make their day better. it seems a bit sappy, I admit, but I'm pretty sure that aiming for something that makes the digital world a better place is worth while. I don't have any set schedule aside from, if I get angry, I will show up to this therapy session and find a positive something in the world. Also, if something is great, I want to be able to share in this collection. Entries may be similar if not the same as those on Monster Meditation, but not always. So come back often and make this a big, old therapy session.