Wednesday, January 7, 2009

KOed by Tuesday!

In the epic battle of Stephanie versus Tuesday, I definitely did not fare well. I learned on Monday that I was gaining two new classes, a beginning grammar class and an advanced middle school class. The beginner class was inserted during my afternoon gap, and the advanced class was placed after my last class, so now I work half an hour later each day. I'm enjoying the advanced class, but the grammar class is murder since the kids have no idea what their English names are, and neither do I! I'm literally starting from scratch with these kids!

With the two new classes, it brings my total up to twelve. On Tuesdays, there is also a meeting, which falls in my now-shorter afternoon gap, thus making it impractical to go all the way home for lunch. It makes more sense now to eat lunch at school and use the time to do lesson plans. Thus, Tuesday was a far longer than average day. Naturally, since I had a longer day, my head decided (without consulting me) that it would be an ideal day to host a mega migraine. By the power of Vicodin alone I made it though all my classes. I hate to take heavy meds when I'm teaching, owing to the side effects, but there was no other option yesterday (well, curling up and dying sounded good, but I think the kids would have missed me). Naturally, most classes were rather energetic (not bad, just high energy). With every cheer or exuberant answer, the pain in my head reverberated through my entire body, almost moving me to tears. Not a fun day.

Jasper, of course, felt that he was the real victim in all this. Not only did he have to stay penned up all day long, without a break in the afternoon, but then he only got to be out for about an hour in the evening, before being put to bed early. He was far from being a happy boy, but at least he suffered in silence (I think he can sense when I don't feel well). The migraine and I hung out together all night, but finally, at about five in the morning, the migraine decided to take its leave. I couldn't be more thrilled. Migraines make lousy house guests.

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