Sometimes when we go for much-dreaded courses and learning sessions, we are asked to reflect at the end of them and write down our thoughts on blue and pink pieces of paper which smell sickeningly sweet. If it's not that, it's the pieces of reflection forms that we have to fill in, what with their capitalised fonts and starchy-pressed white quality.

One thing that I know though, you can tell someone WHAT to reflect on but you can't tell them HOW to reflect. It's as good as telling them what the frigging hell they're supposed to be writing.

And now I'm pissed and I hate my supervisor. Bitch.