One of the reasons my essay is making me quite so angry

In a book called 'Challenging Lesbian and Gay Inequalities in Education', regarding a chapter called 'Lesbian and Gay Equality Within a Whole School Policy':

"As noted in the introduction, this chapter was commissioned and written but, at the last minute, the headteacher of the school on which it was based withdrew permission for publication, although the school was not, in fact, named in the piece. This head is concerned that her school will suffer in the 'market' if it has a strong visible equal opportunities policy. Bearing in mind the school's long record of such a policy - and one which has included lesbian and gay equality for many years - this is indicative of a major loss in the ground by education for social justice."

-- Debbie Epstein, p117.

(Emphasis mine.)

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...so now I'm wandering through the Sapir-Whorf 'mould' linguistic theory in the background to my essay, which I'm convinced is totally relevant but which might possibly make the non-linguist marker impatient. IT ARE NOT MY FAULT! I guess I'll just have to be really persuasive in my argument, huh?

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Heh. Doesn't look like I'll be sleeping tonight. REALLY hope I can get away without teaching tomorrow. ¬_¬

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Sometimes I get a little dizzy and my heartbeat wobbles like the world is spinning a fraction too fast, pulling me down into a wooden chair a fraction harder than I can cope with, the ceiling/floor unsteady under my feet as though the ground that supports it is grinding its teeth. Sometimes I feel as though the speed of the spinning is controlled from the bundle of nerves at the base of my spine, and there's not enough skin between it and the cold air that leaks through a closed window. Sometimes there is an indecision in my limbs. Sometimes I stare at my hand for two minutes at a time just to see if it will start shaking because it feels like it ought to be. Sometimes I worry that gravity will give up.

But only on me.