The state of things

Sometimes, there's nothing better than a good half-litre of Coke to power my way through a last-minute pile of marking that needs to get done tonight.

I've been feeling wiped out all week. I thought it was kickfit that did me in on Monday, then I blamed it on the soreness in my right foot that might have been caused by an overly ambitious yoga move (also on Monday), but now I'm going to chalk it up to end-of-term fatigue. I'm just grateful I coasted through the usual mid-term fatigue --- saved by the respite of the Chinese New Year holidays.

And I was just congratulating myself last week on being able to work hard by day, maintain an active social life on par with pre-teaching days by night, and still get myself out of bed every morning at 6 to be awake! alert! present, yes, ma'am! in school.

(Just to clarify, I don't actually have to answer "present, yes, ma'am!" to anyone. Schools can be fascist, but not where I'm at.)

Next week is the one-week vacation, during which I shall be a good girl and do all the work I've procrastinated on this term. The plan is to get things done by Wednesday, so that I can at least play the rest of the week.

It doesn't help that I've calculated that if I'm to draw an absolute parallel between my current working terms and conditions and last year's: to enjoy the same 21 days of leave per year, I ought to be working like a dog all through term and through all vacations and taking only the month of December (okay, and maybe the last week of November) off. And probably none of this going jogging or slipping off for a yoga class before 5 pm on work days either.

Er ... don't tell anybody I said that.