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Sex, Dating, and Self- Confidence [Tuesday]
"I'm actually quite sad this is over," Irene admitted, smiling a little at the students as they came in. "But on the bright side, I really didn't think I'd like teaching as much as I do, and I really hope to see more than a few of you in my class next semester, as well." She offered a conspiratorial little wink. "It won't be quite as much about your naughty bits -- sorry if that's a deterrent."
"For your final, rather than some sort of long-form essay -- which I'm sure you're sick of already, and plus you spent last weekend getting rid of ghosts, so I'm inclined to be lenient -- I want to talk about the biggest piece of the self-confidence puzzle: self-acceptance."
"I know, I know," Irene said, waving a hand. "Easier said than done, right? And we touched on this a bit with your vision boards, but I want you to really reflect on it, for now. Who are you? If your best friend were to describe you, what would they say? What about your greatest enemy? What about you?"
Irene spread her hands out in front of her, sighing. "Loathe as I am to admit it, no one -- not even yours truly -- is perfect. We are each flawed. We all have things we don't like about ourselves. But the difference between not liking yourself, and knowing your own flaws is acceptance."
She hopped up from where she was sitting on the desk, her heels clicking against the floor as she paced. "I'm not a very good person," she admitted, smiling a little ruefully. "I've done bad things, as everyone has. But I've long since accepted that while there are characteristics of mine that I'm not overly fond of, acknowledging and accepting those things about myself means I can be aware of them, and make changes accordingly. If you confront the things you don't like about yourself, they hold no more power over you."
"Conversely," she added, her smile widening a little, "there are loads of things I love about myself. Think, again, about how your best friend might describe you. Do you think they'd point out the things that make you feel insecure? Probably not. And when you're feeling blue, that's how I want you to think: how would someone who loves you think of you? And with enough practice, I really hope that you become that 'someone who loves you.'"
She passed out slips of paper, then patted the empty question box for the last time. "There aren't any questions in here this week, so I'm going to let you use it to turn in your assignments. I want you to write three things -- something you love about yourself, something to work on, and something you learned while in this class." She offered a little smile, adding, "And please do put your name on it. If you'd like to share, I would love that, but there's no obligation. You've been a stellar class, and thank you for making it easy on me, darlings."
She also moved the condom bowl a little closer to the question box. It was your last opportunity, guys!
"For your final, rather than some sort of long-form essay -- which I'm sure you're sick of already, and plus you spent last weekend getting rid of ghosts, so I'm inclined to be lenient -- I want to talk about the biggest piece of the self-confidence puzzle: self-acceptance."
"I know, I know," Irene said, waving a hand. "Easier said than done, right? And we touched on this a bit with your vision boards, but I want you to really reflect on it, for now. Who are you? If your best friend were to describe you, what would they say? What about your greatest enemy? What about you?"
Irene spread her hands out in front of her, sighing. "Loathe as I am to admit it, no one -- not even yours truly -- is perfect. We are each flawed. We all have things we don't like about ourselves. But the difference between not liking yourself, and knowing your own flaws is acceptance."
She hopped up from where she was sitting on the desk, her heels clicking against the floor as she paced. "I'm not a very good person," she admitted, smiling a little ruefully. "I've done bad things, as everyone has. But I've long since accepted that while there are characteristics of mine that I'm not overly fond of, acknowledging and accepting those things about myself means I can be aware of them, and make changes accordingly. If you confront the things you don't like about yourself, they hold no more power over you."
"Conversely," she added, her smile widening a little, "there are loads of things I love about myself. Think, again, about how your best friend might describe you. Do you think they'd point out the things that make you feel insecure? Probably not. And when you're feeling blue, that's how I want you to think: how would someone who loves you think of you? And with enough practice, I really hope that you become that 'someone who loves you.'"
She passed out slips of paper, then patted the empty question box for the last time. "There aren't any questions in here this week, so I'm going to let you use it to turn in your assignments. I want you to write three things -- something you love about yourself, something to work on, and something you learned while in this class." She offered a little smile, adding, "And please do put your name on it. If you'd like to share, I would love that, but there's no obligation. You've been a stellar class, and thank you for making it easy on me, darlings."
She also moved the condom bowl a little closer to the question box. It was your last opportunity, guys!
Re: Activity: Three things [12/2]
Something I love about myself: My self-confidence. Not like I never doubt myself, but I'm good at knowing what I want and speaking up about it.
Something to work on: I wish I had more patience for hard things I just don't enjoy, like math.
Something I learned: That girls on Earth have a whole lot more bullcrap to deal with around sex and stuff than I did at home, and how lucky that makes me.
Thanks for a fantastic class. Hope you're around next semester! -- Alana