What Does The Purple Shag Band Mean?

My journalism classes seem increasingly a battle. I try to impose a minimum order and I find it increasingly difficult. The war against the cell, the war against latecomers, the war against that secret, the war against those who draw in their notebooks, the war against those who use to read the newspaper or look at pictures of naked girls. I know I can not stand up to this. I also, as a student, doing little drawings on paper and even on the board. Also was in another world. But now I teach and I need to be heard. And not because I think that what I say is gospel. The problem lies elsewhere. I put too much energy in each class. It's as if it was played essential. I know it's a mistake. A boast. But it is. As this blog. Like everything. Can not live life day, as if we were to die tomorrow. Does it? Or perhaps as it should be lived?
L.