All Blogs Are Selfish

I want to be a writer. To be a writer, I must write.

A professor in an old creative writing classes I took said potential writers have to keep a log or a notebook. This was BWB (before web blogs) and the thought have carrying that kind of baggage didn't work for me. Today...there's no excuse.

In my eyes, my life is not only incredibly boring, it ain't been much, but it is a life. So I'll use this space to practice my first-person perspective and perhaps some good will come of all this. Perhaps even a little catharsis will happen (look it up).

Random Memory:
I teach computer classes at the prison. Monday night (2/28/05), an inmate not in my class decided he was bored with his skin and took a razor blade to himself. He didn't do any real damage to himself, but the van he was in became useless. The janitor in the HAZMAT suit told the shift supervisor they'd have to replace all the seats.

Edit:
At today's lab, there's a student who is completely lost in this class. He doesn't seem to have the initiative to do the assignments on his own, and he's leaning on his peers and me to do is work. This is occupying my mind...