Here's the thing, folks: I actually have a lot to say. I do. Not bad things, either. I could share a lot of retrospective and introspective thoughts about the first two months of teaching at my new high school: how I've learned a lot, experimented a lot with my methods, tried to balance out discipline with respect and acknowledged without being walked all over. I could type frantically about my emotional and physical state, my social situation among my colleagues and friends, my mood, my writing progress while also moving double time in order to cram a year's worth of English curricula into a single semester. There is a lot. I just...don't have the energy to talk about it. Not because I don't want to, but because I just don't have the mental capacity to write stuff out. I am just so, so tired. If sleep is for the weak, then I am a total wuss and proud of it. I know - that's not the first time I've used that excuse. But I do have a back-up plan. So...