Okay, it’s official: I feel pathetic. Why, you ask? Well, here goes…
After another gruelling week, you’d say I’d have deserved a nice weekend. Enjoy, kick back, and relax. You know, doing fun and entertaining stuff.
No, not me. Instead, I spent my Saturday working on my portfolio and doing some reading for my studies. To be honest, the reading for my studies wasn’t all that bad. I got to read some sonnets by Shakespeare (Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?), Spenser and Sir Philip Sidney (the sonnet below). Reading about summer days actually made me long for summer, and thinking about mortality and immortality didn’t really get me in a happy place.
Then I made the wrong decision to read the first chapter of The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde before I went to bed. For the rest of the night, I proceeded to have nightmares about child abductors and strange carnivals (for some reason).
Today I decided to treat myself to a stack of history papers from my students. Some of those actually managed to make me crack a smile or two; others simply made me want to cry my eyeballs out. This correction work took me four and a half hours after which I could drag myself to the kitchen to make supper.
Unfortunately, I also promised my students I would present them with a mock test for English tomorrow, which I completed fifteen minutes ago.
On my pin-up-board there is a long to-do list for the coming week. Just glancing at it makes me cross-eyed.
As of today, I am employing a new mantra: just one more week, just one more week, just one more week, just one more week…
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