Hot and sticky (life)

Today, it was about 90 degrees in my classroom and I am on the air conditioned side of the building. My apartment somehow has my classroom bested. It is so muggy that I can barely think. I am ready for fall. I am meant to live in the fall all year long. Well, I'll take a little spring...but, not when it starts to be summer-like. In my mind, the start of school equals sweaters and jeans. Because of the freekin heat-index, I was forced to push the envelope of professionalism.

So, why blog about the heat? It's weather. I'm breaking one of my few personal rules (don't complain about things that cannot be changed through complaining). I think I'm cranky. My first full week of school has been far from what I want my second year of teaching to entail. I am frustrated with my teaching abilities. I am overwhelmed by the curriculum. I have slept 6 hours a night for the past several days (not enough). And, I have not had any time to do the things that I said I would do to be a healthy person--no gym, no cooking, no time to just be still. I cannot get enough time in my day. I know I could just try to wake up earlier. But, because I kind of hate the morning, I don't want to set an alarm earlier than its current 5:45 a.m. It seems cruel. I can only hope to have a better understanding of my new world for week 2 and, therefore, will be less cranky. I hate it when I'm cranky.