I started the week relieved that at school I'd wrapped up a project. For each of my four classes we'd spent the better part of two weeks working on a United States unit. I had prepped 2-3 pages each for 15 states, each student choosing one state. They had to make a mind map and rough draft after reviewing parts of a paragraph. Then a final written that could be used for their presentation. They each got a written score and a speaking score which had to be given back to them and entered into the computer. I was happy I'd finished it all before our 3 day mid-semester break. I could lounge in Bali guilt and worry free.
Now the sh** is hitting the proverbial fan. The teaching staff has realized with holidays and deadlines, we really only have about 24 days left. We aren't off until the 22nd of December but grades are obviously due before then. We're losing two consecutive Wednesdays to an Indonesian and a school holiday. The way our schedules work that means that the Tuesdays are blow off days because we can't have one group get ahead of the other. This week I'm running 2 unit tests and trying to get a mini speaking assessment in. It's week one of 3 consecutive weeks of 5 days of class. I know I shouldn't be complaining but it does feel long after so many holidays. The students are manic, and I've lost my voice to a ruddy decibel that it isn't recovering over the weekend.
Today I've also been asked to cover a business class at night last minute. I can use the money but I could also use the 3 hours. I'm debating my grocery trip today because I need food but don't know if I have time. Tomorrow is a new client meeting for a new business where I'll be teaching every other week. I've got a throbbing headache that's settled behind my right eye and won't budge. It is all following yesterday's 2 hour trip home. I've not seen rain like yesterday's in my time here. We had a flat tire and 2 detours due to flooded roadways. I had to help pull the water out of a hole in the asphalt that dropped the bike out from under me. I didn't fall but was standing before I knew what happened. We drove through water nearly knee deep. I split the seam for the second time in my sexy plastic rain pants and had to throw them out. I ended up soaked all the way through, top to bottom. My trip to the grocery store went by the way side and after 15 minutes to partially disrobe in the hallway, I ate dinner and was asleep by 8. Ahhh, in bed early. Oh what's that? 4 am call to prayer? No problem, that happens daily. Wait, whaat? An hour and 20 minutes of call to prayer not the normal 15? Now that's new.
I'm actually considering going to the doctor. My lagging energy levels have continued as well as some serious stomach/diarrhea issues. Parasites? Virus? The Plague? It would mean I'd actually have to find the time. And its just started raining. . . .
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