And so it goes. I just finished the last of my training, and at present I've actually tutored three Lawrence freshmen, two of them exceptional writers and fellow-would be English majors. I had trouble actually helping those two, as I was expecting worse writing from the incoming class. The Beautiful and Sublime will almost certainly become my new term for student writing, but, well, I tried.

My own writing needs cleaning; with each day I'm more of an English major and less of a writer, and that disturbs me. In that vague way I can immediately brush off, but nevertheless, for perhaps the first time in my life, laziness seems counterproductive.

This is ugly, ugly writing.

For now, I'm blogging. Well, later…