I'd just like to fill you in on something I have grown very dependent on recently without even realising it: Caffeine, 'in a major way'. I guzzle down at least three coffees a day and sneak in a can of coke when I can and I am still sleepy by ten PM. What's the dilly with that? you might ask. Well, I was on the road to recovery in semester one, coming into my new teaching role coffee free. My teeth were getting whiter and I was feeling more Buddha like with every sip of mineral water. I was rising above everyone else in my supreme superiority until the coffee machine arrived in our dusty little staffroom. That machine changed my life. I resisted for about two to three weeks, watching the other teachers grind their coffee beans, as the wicked scent violated my nostrils. I'd walk past it every afternoon and sigh. Then one Friday morning I found myself gripping the grinder, pouring in the water and switching on the machine. The coffee tricked me into consuming it. It had whispered to me from my desk. I was in a trance and the only thing that could snap me out of it was ordering a box of one hundred coffee tablets. I needed to be stacked up for the winter, I had turned into a hibernating bear. So now I guzzle down the coffees non-stop like an addict injecting on the daily. Do I want to stop, hell no! I love the stuff and I need it to get through lessons of dread. Lessons filled with maniacs armed with 'angry bird' dreams and Grandma confidence! I'm not quitting again, not until I walk into a classroom of little angels.