1. This is ok.
2. I’m alright, I’ve got this.
3. It’s good, I’m breathing hard. I need to do this.
4. Crap. I’m remembering what last time was like now.
5. Why haven’t I stopped? One more and I’m done.
6. It was fine until I stopped running, now I I’m breathing too hard and I feel sick.
7. Hahaha I love this shit.
Glorious start to a Sunday morning.
Put over a high heat until boiling. Add meat and veg.
Short, expensive visit to the British Consulate today to promise I’m not married.
My favourite cafe. It’s big and open and you have to order through an instant messaging app but a lovely place to hang out and relax.
My patience is worn thin.
I think it’s because of work. Just for a change I feel like I’m not completely in control of everything I wish to be in control of. Of my teaching and all the things related with it – assessment, planning, the actual teaching, all the little things that go with it. Nothing new I suppose. It’s just couple with having co-teaching issues and issues with other teachers and I just don’t know where to start.
I would like to feel more organised, focused. I don’t like this feeling simply all over the place. And while I appreciate I should make better use of my time I don’t really feel like I ever have enough of it. The students start to arrive at 7:45 and, at the moment, Lyra and I get the school bus which gets in at 7:45. Then suddenly it’s 3:30 and I’m done.