I'm dwelling on that beautiful piece of ratiocintion. Not its validity, but its extent.

They are like little sponges, much akin to my own two young boys.

I played some psyops on them and had a lecture entitled " corporate survival 101 ". It dealt with washing away what people expect of you byt eh way you look, etc, and finding the real you. And then defending that real you against all enemies, sometimes who are your friends and family who cant see the real you yet, but the "societal variant" or the "expectation" of you.

Used some lyrics from Jimi Hendrix, and particualrly a song called " No One can Be You But You", by Slave, circa 1976.

A lecture given by a 40-some odd year old , crew cut , jock looking type. How to counter the water cooler assasins of the world by holding true to YOUR vision of you, and not what the world expects. Expect that from a long haired pot smokin' hippie , now dont ya. Or a philosphy prof.

a few of them got it. One, who is a evening student working for a mechanical contractor appraoched me mid way through the semester adn told me how what I had tuaght him so far blew away anything any prof had done heretofore.

"Huh, so you never learned capital budgeting?"

" No, no one ever explained corporate survival 101 to me."

Apparrently the young guy in the shop stood up to the architectual firm on a design issue, argued and won his case. Much to the disbelief of his senior comrades.

And I hope my little "angel" found that she could perfrom at a high level with her clothes on and her feet on the ground. Something that may do her well to hold onto.

Had to share my one big success. Oh yeah, and I taught kids whom I told were 'math challenged' by the faculty( this is a state school and doest attract the highest caliber of student), some pretty far out algebra, graduate level. And I warned them to " forget about what anyone told you about having difficulty with math, my mission is to get you to calculate like you were born to. You must check your ego ( bad ego in this case) at the door of the classroom, and forget about who you've been told you are."

And they ALL passed the final. ( and why 240 lbs weaklings can bench double their weight - all about the mind )

BTW, botnst, my "spatial" solution to the young chicky poo with unvoiced intentions was to hold my office hours in teh lecture hall. Frankly, the office they assigned me was a ****hole. Two birds with one stone.

Yeah, I dig my part time gig and take the mission seriously with botnst's axiom firmly in my mind. And I honestly do beleive that having a US Army Special Forces trained finance professor is an excellent thing! ( I've never, or will I ever, share that fact with the students - only with anonymity here. The faculty have never asked me about my military service, typical liberals and likely wouldnt dig it much )

Have a wonderful day y'all!

Be ALL YOU can be!

which beats the pants off the current " Army of One" , what effing dribble....

btw, if I was doing content analysis for the NSA, I'd call this one the " tittie thread" , subtle and not so subtle refernces all around... Mistress brings out the best in us!? I do dig the cadence of the wiggle.