Tomorrow I'm going to William Head, the minimum security federal prison in Metchosin, to a Restorative Justice Symposium. There will, I'm told, be drug dogs but no searches... yikes. I can't bring anything except myself and picture id. Other people from my restorative justice class are going, too, but no-one I really talk to. Should be interesting.

I'm swimming in schoolwork, and people are starting their Christmas shopping so the booth is busy. Santa arrives at the mall tomorrow, I've been watching the mall guys build his castle all week. The mall employs about seven little men, all with bad teeth, thinning hair, and pot bellies, (except one, who is almost cute) and they wear brown work shirts with their names embroidered on them, and suspenders. They've been fighting over the construction of the castle, dickering about the tape lines on the floor and the placement of the little fences, etc, and I'm beginning to see strange parallels with the seven dwarves...