And They Call It Puppy Love...

I am embarrassed to admit I decided it was important to change my relationship status on Facebook. Is this the grown-up, internet version of the note-passing "if you like me, check the box" stuff?

Speaking of teenybopper note passing, here's an excerpt from a note Bryan intercepted between two of his eighth-grade students this week, which once again proves that abstinence education is ridiculous and should be taught by actual clowns:

"Shid I'm is too u not the only boy/man that want to f*ck me/eat my p*ssy

I do want to f*ck you but that eatin p*ssy part aint sounding to good.

Shid u don't got too, but let my check my schedual and I'll tell wat day I free

Stop fontin Im dead f*cking serious

Wat the F*ck I need to Front 4 I'm Serious and wen we F*ck who gonna bring the condom

me. you is frontin"

Isn't that just adorable? And to think when I their age, I still felt twinges of good-girl Catholic guilt for just thinking about kissing boys.

Also this week, Bryan took a trash can to the head while two of his students assaulted each other in the classroom, and he also watched a student's mother punch the kid when the three met to discuss the boy's poor academic performance. I cannot say it enough: Bryan, and teachers like him, are amazing people with incredible patience and a superhuman work ethic, and they deserve a hell of a lot more support and compensation than they get.