|The Valentines my students made me <3|
|One of my seniors Eugene, hard at work on a card for his special Valentine.|
|As you can see some students were really into making their cards, while others were more |
interested in looking out the window and listening to music.
|Richenard....expressing his emotions|
|My student's first experience with a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey type game.|
Richenard had measured where the wings belonged with his fingers when I wasn't looking.
|This is Cupid post-game.|
In the Western world it is corny, cliché and just plain difficult for us to speak openly about our emotions. Maybe I have lived a sad existence, but in my experience when people do speak openly it’s usually as part of a wedding or following a tragic accident (well…that’s ironic), or the grand gesture in your favorite rom-com. Rarely to people go around professing their love on a daily basis. That is, unless you live in Pohnpei. My students, both male and female, are extremely in touch with their emotions. There seems to be very little “loving from a far”- if you love (let’s be real, this is high school, have lust for is a better term) someone – they know about it, mostly likely because the boy showed up at your window at night, but there are other methods of communication as well. My students have written openly not only about romantic love, but about familial and friend relationships as well. They will tell you when they are embarrassed, ashamed, proud, confused: they will identify their emotions more thoroughly and more readily than any American I have ever met, especially one at their age. When I was their age I had two ways of expressing emotion, “I’m pissed” or “This is awesome.” It always felt too awkward to be too specific about emotions.