I like for students to just write when Pink Floyd is going on in the background. Thoughts tend to flow out your mind, into your arm, and out your hand. This is where the magic happens. When the pen meets the paper. Will these words carry on through the end of time? I'm not sure. But they are here for someone to read...maybe by someone who wants to know about me. It's hard sometimes to just write about nothing, But this nothing is something.