Too much Bai Guo if you ask me. On Monday I felt crap, but I wanted to ignore it, because it’s my busiest day. My body disagreed about being ignored.
My classes start early, which is terrible, because it means I have to drag my warm body out of bed in the cold before dawn. But what has to be done has to be done, hence me prancing around in front of my students with my cold voice, runny nose and pounding head. At lunch I scoffed my food and went straight to bed.
I slept until the evening, waking up just in time for din-din, filled up once more and wanted to go back to bed, but had to finish the evening classes first. The Terrible Ones. 6-8 year olds, pumped up on sugar and very un-eager to learn at that time of night. After that I just plopped back into bed and suffered through the night, cold air scorching tender lungs.
At least all the sleeping made me feel less flu-ey, but I still suffer the runny nose. Actually, now it’s more just stuffed than runny. Plenty of water is slowly taking care of that.
The Money Man’s Right Hand made me get out of bed at 7.30 this morning. Never yet have I had to get up this early. I taught a class of 4 to 5 years old, of whom I was dead scared of at first, but they’re just the most adorable little things. They learn quick – they had some funny pronunciations going on, but some eazy drills corrected that quickly enough.
The Right Hand assigned me some pre-school classes… not sure why, must be to get me out of bed earlier, which isn’t such a bad thing. Now perhaps I will sleep easier. Apart from my all-day snooze marathon, sleep has been avoiding me recently and I’ve felt like a border-line insomniac.
I have that lunch party this afternoon which should be fun, but first a class of 12 year olds….