So I can't sleep. In a few hours I'm going to be back at the high school, and my blissful sleep-late summer is over for the next ten months. [sigh]
Anxiety usually gets the better of me in situations like this. I know it's dumb; I shouldn't stress over it, but I always do. The "night before" anything new or important is invariably a sleepless one for me. I almost always have trouble sleeping on Saturday nights because I love Sunday mornings so much and I'm always a little afraid I'll set my alarm incorrectly and wake up late.
JoeMama always tells me that the greatest beauty of being a schoolteacher is SUMMER VACATION. Yes, I work like a cart-pony in the coal mines for ten months, but then I get two months off. It's worth it.
Until the cart-pony has to hitch herself back up to the cart.
I'm a total-and-complete night person. I am at my most alert, productive and creative beginning at about 8 PM and stretching through til about 2 AM. Great for a gigging musician, not so great for a teacher. By last spring I had found a rhythm which suited me; get up early and get to school, then take a nap when I get home so I can stay up a little later. I'll probably find a way to continue that pattern.
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