Two sleepless nights with a screaming baby and I was a wreck at work today. Crawled into my office, slumped in a chair, wheezing (I’m coming off a cold), and stared at the computer screen for 5 minutes, feeling too weak to press the power button.
Got up, knocking off a pile of papers, and started shuffling laboriously towards the classroom. Saw a colleague but couldn’t greet him because of feeling too exhausted to make any sounds.
Dragged myself across the threshold into the classroom. . .
. . . and it was like somebody had changed the battery. For the next 1,5 hours, I was running around the classroom, explaining, answering questions, cracking jokes, lighting up the room, and feeling as energetic as ever.
Once the class was over, I was back to being a wreck. For those who know me in person: I didn’t even have any lunch. Have you ever known me to miss a meal? For anything? I did today.
Teachers are weird. We’ll rise from our deathbeds if there’s half a chance to explain the Spanish Civil War or the imperfect subjunctive one last time.