In the five minutes it took me to walk to the train station this morning, I was struck with the idea of writing a giant rant about the part of my job description that reads, "North American College.Counsellor" --- and then dismissed it. Too unteacherly of me, not to mention potentially hurtful for any unwitting student who happens across it; I shouldn't pre-judge all students based on a couple of irritating encounters. But I think I will publish a muted version titled "Tym's [Ed: Name edited] Personal & Opinionated Answers To Your FAQs" and stick it on the appropriate notice board in school, or at least bequeath it to my fellow college counsellor after I leave this school. I'll let you know when a web version is ready.

This morning, I had the sad distinction of punching my husband IN THE FACE while we were yet asleep --- though the moment my hand (fist, really, though not clenched) connected with his nose, we both woke up. While this may sound funny to those of you at home, I can assure you that it's really not. He is not happy with me today and I don't blame him in the slightest. I don't even have an excuse for it: I can't remember what I was dreaming about then, if anything, nor is this the first time it's happened (I kick in my sleep too, poor Terz).