Another sleepless night, to be sure. As of now, it is 1:34 a.m. I lay awake in my bed trying my best to shut my brain off, but it is to no avail. Thoughts keep roaming. It might have something to do with the cup of coffee I had just before bed, or perhaps that two-hour nap I took earlier may also be the cause. No, I think instead it is just because I worry. And because I worry, I also plan. Thus, my brain is more awake now in the quiet of the night than it was earlier in the rush of the daylight. I keep thinking about the same thing: that is, of course, my students. Their current ability, their progress, their attitude toward learning, it is all on my mind. The question is the same as it has always been how can I best help them ? As their writing teacher, and as a practitioner of the written word, I want them to be at ease with language and literature. Ideally, I want them to be masters of writing and consciously use written language to advance themselves in life. After all, a per...