So we had an interesting discussion about gay marriage today in our school's equivalent of homeroom.

Before we get to that though, I should point out that apparently not taking chairs down (which, granted is lazy and ugly) before class begins is an insult to my students, who need a nice environment after coming, possibly, from "subhuman" conditions at home. Well. And this isn't exactly a white assistant principal in condescension. There is a reason why I'm a Marxist, after all.

No, today was a quiet day, with the usual agitators and agitations somehow absent. It's a sign of progress when you can walk into the bathroom, not raise your voice, and break up a dice game, no questions asked. Well, it's greater progress to be in a school without dice games, but we can't ask for the moon right away. Cuz only whitey's allowed on the moon.

But as to gay marriage, I found myself, as I usually do, taking a more conciliatory approach, making sure that my objector to Bush's constitutional ban had an understanding of the depth to which such a ban would apply, while reminding her gently that beating the living shit out of the President is a felony, as is the utterance of the intention to do so. It's hard at that age to see the other side, and to come up with reasoned arguments against, but it's good to see that there is some natural moral outrage there. And they're only on early Confucianism (as a religion, mind you), not Zhu Xi.