At 130 in the morning. Not that I couldn’t sleep, but more like burning the midnight oil to set papers and prepare materials for tomorrow.
I have only myself to blame for this ultra last minute work because I keep having mental blocks and self doubts about teaching this particular topic. I look at it and I don’t know how to teach it. I barely know how to do it myself, c’mon. And there have been days like this, sleeping less than 5 hours a day. This happened especially often when I came back from Malaysia, only to find that my work had piled immensely high despite the fact that it was the school holidays.
How odd, you’d think. At least after tonight, tomorrow should be better, hopefully. And then I’ll finally be able to meet friends for dinner.
Who said the life of a teacher was good, think again.