And if I agree well it's just to appease you, cuz I don't remember what we're fighting for..."

Sometimes, late at night, I run lyrics like these through my head and wonder if Sarah Maclachlan is in there, stealing all my thoughts before I can publish them. I mean, if a lesbain Lottie can go into John Malkovich's head, anything can happen, right?

So I'm in this workshop, and sometimes it's good, and sometimes it's just bearable, and sometimes I marvel that I'm still awake. The NJWP workshop is arguably the LONGEST WORKSHOP KNOWN TO MAN, and I'm pretty sure that the only reason I don't complain more is a combination of my having just graduated from college, this being my first workshop ever, and my being a first year teacher.

And speaking of first year teachers, who invented those? Why can't there be some law or statute or loophole that allows first-timers to get all their experience vicariously so they never have to start from scratch? Where's the love for people like me? (Maybe Hanson's in my head too...)