Every so often I’m tempted to turn off the lights in my classroom and just let the light of thoughts throw its brightness over all of us. After all, there is light, and then there is light, and the light of freshly made ideas makes fluorescent light look dim by comparison. It’s strange to me that my mania for “getting things done” in class sometimes causes me to be blind to the light of the thinking that’s always happening. My students and I can’t stop thinking new thoughts any more than our lungs can stop causing new air to come into our bodies. Each moment of English class is a sunrise of thoughts, a silent explosion of concepts, notions, images, schemes, plans, feelings, and beliefs – more than enough light to let all of us stretch out and grow strong in its influence. The light of thought always shines in English class, whether we see it or not, whether we feel its soft and fulfilling pressure or not.