BONUS

I came home from workshop so high that, before I did anything else, (well, almost anything else, i did write a sitcom proposal first for the phil social serve), I wrote up all of the exercises I've done in workshop that went over well, then wrote a letter to the other students and chairs of my dept saying it's time for us to do more for future instructors of workshop (right now, we don't do anything. three days before this semester started, the instructors for this semester met with two faculty memebers to discuss teaching workshop. yeah, that helped a fucking lot since we already had to have syllabi ready and everything, but i don't blame the faculty, this program is only 3 years old and just switche directors this year). I proposed an informal meeting where past instructors, faculty, and future instructors can all get together to discuss teaching workshop, hand out copies of syllabi, etc. I then attached my syllabus, the sheet with successful exercises, and my revision unit for other people to look over if they want.

Ten minutes later I get an email from the Associate Director "you are superwoman."

If only I could keep it up. I get in these super productive stints, but I also have days of laying in bed, sobbing about what a fuck up I am.