I taught at the former school for unwed mothers again. But it is no longer the school for unwed mothers but a school for all the kids in the City who get thrown out of their regular schools. Its not even located in the same school building anymore. Its in the building that used to be for the City’s gifted students. They moved it from the Hill District to the Homewood section of the City. One good thing that survived the move were the aquariums that contain oscar fish,catfish and some other ciclids. Another good thing about this school is the classes are all pretty small. As I recall the last time that I taught at this school the morning classes went pretty well but the afternoon classes got pretty rowdy and a female teacher had to separate me and one 10th grader who wanted to take my dignity away from me and the rest of the students and ultimatly himself. And I could not let him do it. I always have to let the students know, who want to play all the time, that a price has to be paid for that behavior. Both now and later. And this day was no different. The morning classes went pretty calmly. One girl in my first class was doing a internship at a funeral home and wanted to be a mortician. She told me jokingly that she hated living people she preferred dead people. Somehow the subject turned from biology to necrophilia. And one male student in the class showed his disgust with the rest of the class when he heard what the definition for necrophilia was. I guess having sex with a dead pearson is related to biology. I will accept any subject in the class as long as some productive thinking is going on. Somebody in the class knew the word for having sex with a dead pearson. Since the lesson plan for the day had to do with classification, I did not see any harm in letting a little spontanaiety in the class. Everything went pretty well in the morning, considering all these kids were thrown out of their schools. The afternoon classes were a different story. Maybe it was because the end of the school year was near but the kids got really rowdy. And a few of them wanted to argue with me. I tried playing a National Geographic video about unseen phenomena of the human body. It was about things like hair mites that are so small our nerves cannot detect them but they exist in our hair and eat hair to survive. They particlarly like the fat in mascara that women put on their eyelashes. I thought the video was fascinating until one kid threw a pencil that flew past my face. And I had to angrily throw him out of the class. For the next class I put a video on about cloning. Once again I thought the film was fascinating. But there was one kid in the class who was sitting in one of those chairs that have wheels on them. And he was pushing himself all over the classroom. So I had to debate with him to get him out of that chair. When I asked him who is going to work everyday to feed him, he did not like it. I had to remind that all the time squandered now will have to be made up in the future. I got right in front of him so that the whole class could here. And I said you can do it the easy way or the hard way. You do it the hard way but just remember that you are going to have to do a lot of catching up if you want to get a decent job. Maybe in these rowdy classes I should just forget the academics and put the film ”The Last Supper” on the video screen. Which is about the only successful slave revolt that took place in Haiti and resulted in the liberty of that country from Napoleons’s France. I saw this film in a Latin American film festival. The main theme of the story is about one slave who cannot be broken. And he rejects the white man’s religion and has a healthy respect for science but most of all believes in his ancestral religion and himself. That was in the time of my awakening when I started reading foreign newspapers and started watching films from other countries. All that left an impression on me. If you never look outside your own surroundings, how will you know if what you believe is true?