I really must make an effort to get more sleep.
The students today were interesting. No, no more announcements of psychological disorders. Nope! Today was a discussion of why a student might miss the midterm. "I have a court date, miss, but I'll try to stay out of jail until after the semester is over."
I just shook my head. And laughed. Because, what else can you do? Recoiling in horror is a no-go. Then they smell weakness and fear and act like a pack of rabid dogs.
Encourage them not to share so much information? That's just an invitation. Remember gross-out contests when you were a kid? Yep, that kind of competitive spirit just pops up if you tell them "don't share."
Tell them that your friends in your hometown don't believe you when you tell them about your classes here? BINGO! All of a sudden, they seem to realize that their dear instructor has a life outside the classroom. (Okay, I'll be the first to admit, not much of one, but still...) And their antics are being discussed around the world.
Tell them you have a blog? Oh hell no. The last thing this happy Adjunct Slave needs is to have a drove of crazed students scrounging all the blog sites to find this little tidbit.