...and I'm an English student. Hi Mark. I don't know how it happened really. One minute I was a creatively inspired child prodigy burnout, next I'm writing essays on all the mentions of the word 'air' in Jane Eyre. What happened? How did I end up doing such a pointless degree? Was in the pub the other night (my source of all cultural knowledge.) Someone asked me after I told them what I did, "Oh, so you want to be a teacher then?" No. Not even if the choice is between that and being a fingernail pulling tester for some South American junta. Really, no, not if my life depended on it. "But teaching is a noble profession." No, teaching should be; there's a difference. It pays terribly and the children...ah, yeah them... I recall being at school and the horror I inflicted upon many teachers and I was far from the worst. My class managed to force the retirement of one old dear and cause another to hit the sick with 'stress related illness....