Another day at the chalkface and I am still veering between wondering why I thought teaching would be a good idea and wondering what else I would be doing. The disturbing thing about teenagers are that they are such unmodified conductors of the currents of our culture. They sing slogans for fast food chains, eat maccas three or more times a week, have trouble concentrating on anything for more than three seconds and laugh at the poor. On the other hand, there are still that percentage who are into cult films, horseriding, reading, dragons and fantasy, communal uses of teachnology and social justice. Not all at the same time, of course, but enough to make you have hope about what great people they will grow up to be. The question is - if this percentage is always there, regardless of who is teaching them, and if the pecentage of no-brainers is always there as well, what difference does the teacher make?