Monday, 18 Aug 08
A rundown of my week
Monday is Sports Day. He plays tennis and I go swimming. I’m alarmingly out of shape; last week after swimming laps (and resting in intervals that might or might not have been longer than the laps) I spent a week unable to fully lift my arms above my head. I tried to erase the whiteboard and ended up letting out a little whimper that, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed by my students. The rest of the lesson, I had to endure cheeky little jibes at my lack of fitness, requests to write higher on the whiteboard, and innocent ponderings on just how much ‘cher weighs.
So I gave them extra homework.
Tuesday, Tuesday is Date Night. If there aren’t any good movies to watch, we go walking, or nuahing, or searching out good food for eatin’. I do so love my Tuesdays.
Wednesday is a free-for-all day, and also the infamous Hump Day. Despite the questionable nature of its name, I assure you that Hump Day merely refers to the middle of the week. Two work days before it and two work days after it, so you start out Wednesday having gone through less than half the week and end it with more than half the week gone. Thus, Hump Day. Once you get over the hump, the rest is easy. It also helps (or doesn’t help) that Wednesday is my longest, most exhausting day with the most tiring lessons. Just. Need. To. Get. Over. Hump Day.
Thursday is Nap Day and Choir Night. If I possibly can, I grab a much-needed snooze before leaving for church choir practice. As my students put it: “What? You’re in choir? You? Cher? You can sing? AHAHAA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA AARRRGHH more homework.”
Friday is WHEE WORK WEEK IS OVER day. Because of the Muslim students we end early on Fridays; what’s more there’s Assembly period on Fridays so less lessons for us to prepare. It’s an easy day and a good way to end off the week. Friday I like to run off almost immediately after we’re finished, so as to add an entire half day onto my weekend.
Saturday, I sleep in, as much as I can before I leap out of bed roaring with inarticulate rage at the construction site downstairs that insists on doing the heavy, noisy labor at 8am in the morning. CCA hasn’t picked up yet so I guard my weekends jealously from school - for now. And on Saturdays I also have to mark all the bloody homework I set for my students. What goes around. The rest of Saturday is spent with him and/or friends, doing the things that take an entire afternoon to do.
Sunday I get a bit more shut-eye. Sometimes there’s morning service; then I teach tuition in the afternoon and go straight off for evening service. Sometimes we eat at home, sometimes we eat out, but Sunday night is also often spent desperately wondering what I’m going to be doing for lessons the next week and feeling sad that the weekend’s already gone.
And then it begins again.
JADEITE