Did I bluff the kid, or did she bluff me?

It’s that time of the year again. The time when I have to evaluate science expo projects and listen to about 80 different presentations of ‘how to grow a bean plant’, ‘how to store your bread’, ‘what household products will make you flowers last the longest, and of course, ‘why is the sky blue’.

It’s blue because it’s sad. Now leave it alone! (Credit:Google science fair)

I like science, and I want the learners to be enthusiastic about this too, but listening to 80 different learners that actually don’t give a damn, while I have a skyscraper-like stack of question papers to mark, is really not my idea of fun.

Credid:Cyanide and happiness

I was busy looking at some of the projects when one of my learners walked in, I asked her to set up her project as I continued marking the other boards. She started talking about her project, but it took me a while to figure out what she had done. I couldn’t believe what she are telling me, but she was all straight faced and serious so I acted all ‘there-is-nothing-strange-about-this’. She had two plastic cool drink bottles filled with rice and water. You know, the same amount of water, the same amount of rice, it is a science project after all! She labeled both bottles, the one with a series of negative words like filth and ugly, and the other one with positive words like beautiful and nice. She was so moved by a sermon of her pastor about the impact of negative words on lives, that she wanted to see what impact negative words will have on the contents of the bottles. She came to the conclusion that she couldn’t see the impact clearly, but she might consider using other products in the future. (At this stage please note that I teach high school learners.)

You know what I’m gonna do today? Try to take over the world! (Credit:meme generator)

And this bring me to the following question. Did I bluff the kid, or did she bluff me?


About Die reis

So....I really believe that I’m not the only person feeling this way. Like Lucius Annaeus Seneca  put it: "If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable." And that's exactly my problem...I have no idea where I want to be. I’m content in the moment, but is constantly restless about the future. I have too much of a hunger for success and fulfillment to just leave it there, but never in my life have I had a clear picture of where I want to be. Therefore I want to make life about the journey. I want to appreciate life for what it is, and not let the small things pass me by without noticing them. For the "where do I want to be?"...maybe I will find out along the way.
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