Last week was Spring Break for my post-secondary students, so I didn't have to teach their class all week. On top of that a couple of my other classes took holiday or rescheduled, so I basically had a bit of extra time to myself. This was honestly a good thing.
It would surprise you how quickly you can burn out doing this job. There's a reason schools have breaks every couple of months and it's not for the students.
Point: I had no classes on Friday, March 18.
Well fancy that. Thursday was St. Patty's Day, so of course we made a night of it. One in which I didn't make it into bed until after 5 a.m.
Friday I felt like death but kept my promise to meet up with a couple of my students at The PUB.
|See, I'm making Czech friends!|
Let's just say that when we got there Berlin was way ahead of everyone, but by the end of the night (eight hours later) we won. Big time.
By Saturday I was exhausted but some how I got talked into another night out because John's friend was in town. I drank infinitely less but it was another crazy night. I actually saw the sun come up that night.
|(Hmm, I see an unhealthy trend rising.)|
I definitely paid for it during the week though. Luckily, every other person I know also felt like death on Monday so I didn't feel too bad for my bender weekend.
Hey, a girl's gotta have fun now and then right?
Well then this weekend showed up... and the bender continued. Two more 5 a.m. returns to my bed. Although I hardly drank this weekend. It was more just the staying out late.
So basically what I'm saying is I may or may not need help with a liver transplant sometime soon. That is if the sleep deprivation doesn't get to me first.
Next weekend has got to be chill. I need to recharge my batteries for the following weekend which involves three birthdays. I'm too old for this.
P.S. We finally "Sprung Forward" so we're back on a 7-hour time difference with Texas and a 9-hour difference with the West Coast. <3