Ok. Happy pastime this.

1. I get to purge myself of a percentage of concepts in my overworked brain.
2. It actually seems like it means something coz it's all bloggy and published on the screen and such.
(Makes me feel important)
3. You get a semblance of the vibe that someone is actually listening but..... wait for it..... they're not!

Tonight was a special night. It was a "Magical Ceremony" for some of the kids I work with (my class) (er, on the, er ship)
It was special for many reasons. The one I'm dwelling on is kinda selfish I suppose but .... neh.

Have been workin with particular kid for 'bout 2 years. I shall give him the pseudonym "Resilience".

Anyway Resilience has had things happen to him that would make most peoples little toes curl. Most particularly he has an issue with women. His Mum is very mean to him. Anyway, I am not mean to him. I am in fact ultra caring and respectful of him. That can be velly velly scarwy for him.

I feel very connected to young Resilience and about Feb this year I made him a cd of all the songs I listen to when things aren't kosher in my world, I thought he'd be able to relate. Not much came of it (except we decided 7 Nation Army is a good song to scream to)

Anyway, Anyway. Often I wonder if I'm even helping. The more he relates to me, the more distance he puts between us so in effect the longer we communicate the further away he gets. Part of this ceremony tonight involved each kid choosing the song that had had the greatest impact on their life and explaining why (yah, u see where it's goin) . Resilience chose Track 1 from my cd. I Won't Back Down sung by Johnny Cash. (Did Tom Petty write it or Cash? would welcome input) He said this song made him feel powerful and in control of his life and way more able to take risks. The rest of the class were whooping and shit, shouting to me to come and dance "It's Johnny Cash, it's your song" Annnnnnnnnyway I went up the front and you know what happened? Resilience looked right at me and said "it's our song"

Ah Yes.

Sometimes we need validation.
And sometimes
sometimes
we get it.

Anyway, I raise a toast to my class of 2005. What you have given me young Jedis, you will never know.