An erratic journal veering between a myriad of topics.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
I'm stuck for inspiration. I've been faffing around all morning, wondering what to do with my students this afternoon, apart from torturing them with electrodes. Nothing comes to mind. I hate these low ebbs of creativity. Sure, I can photocopy something out of a book, but duh. It's dull. A dull class = bored students, and bored students learn bugger all. Also, I find that this strange sense of inspirational idleness makes me feel down.