It’s late. Far too late to be in school….but I was on boarding duty, so I wasn’t done there till almost eight….and now it’s nine and I’m hoping to make my escape by half-nine. You know when teachers claim to work crazy hours? This is what we’re talking about! I’ve been on the go all day, I’ve just checked in on myspace and my emails, and now I’m going to head home and read up on Buddhism (due to a rather creative 180 on the RS front :-)). I love it though.
Am just here, typing a quick hello, listening to ‘Late’ by Ben Folds, about the great Elliott Smith, staring past the primary coloured frenzy of my classroom out into the darkness beyond. I wish you guys were here.