I was simply trying to keep my pre-collegiate students from sleeping. I explained rhetoric, persuasion, as seduction: not don't ask, you convince, you seduce. The student from Panama loved it. The other students laughed, but a little nervously. The flower never said anything.
Then she started to write a blog, an assignment for my class, my fault. She adds to it every day, adding cryptic messages and not so cryptic ones. Every day is a new clue. Now I am the seduced, not the seducer.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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