Grumpy in the morning.

I’m not a big fan of being talked to/at in the morning.

Leave me alone until I’ve had my first cup of coffee, and then we can be the best of friends. Expect me to be communicative when I’m still fighting off the sleep monsters, and it will probably do some damage to our relationship.

I wish I was a morning person, I really do. I could be so much more productive, active, and healthy! But no. I come awake in the evenings, which is why I idle away my time on the internet and reading books half the night when I should be getting a good night’s sleep to avoid feeling like crap in the morning again.

And then of course everything bad seems to happen in the mornings. 90% of my many, many everyday accidents, incidents, and minor injuries occur in that hellish post-sleep, pre-coffee interval. From a stubbed toe to spilled milk, to forgetting the same item 3 times in a row, to things out of my control generally going wrong… mornings are hateful like that.

Yesterday, even coffee didn’t drastically change the situation, because I was more than usually sleep-deprived and also getting gradually sicker from the long-expected allergies. So I stumbled blearily through the day, knocking out 5-year-olds and suchlike, until it was time to go home. I slept for an hour until my alarm reminded me that it was time for my guitar class, and when I practically crawled into my seat I found myself being plunged into a very intensive music theory lesson… in Korean. My poor, poor head. Apparently I have made satisfactory progress in the art of strumming songs and changing chords, and now it’s time to stop playing games, and get down to some serious hard work. I barely got to touch the guitar throughout the whole, twice-as-long-as usual, completely-in-a-foreign-language lesson (as my teacher’s English is hesitant at best, and he decided he couldn’t face presenting a more complex topic in it). It was all key of this and key of that, and flats and sharps and half-tones and a bunch of words I don’t even know how to translate into English (I am going to have a very interesting vocabulary when it comes to talking about music).

Anyway, I’m lost now as I don’t think I actually intended to write about that. Oh yes, well, after a poor night’s sleep I woke up (loosely speaking) with bags under my eyes and yellow dust pouring from my mouth (feels like it). Got to work (late) and spent half a sodding hour trying to get the computer to start. I moved to Alex’s old classroom when he left, as it gets less of the sun’s heat than my old one, but the downside to this is that the computer is fecked. Roars like a depressed hippopotamus and freezes before I’ve even asked it to do anything. So I couldn’t even relax and browse Facebook prepare my lesson materials before I had to go downstairs and be mobbed by a crowd of squealing, waist-high creatures.

Fortunately, I seem to have good karma from generally being in much better form than this of late, and being a smiling, bright and cheerful, shining example of a kindergarten teacher to the lovely, adorable children. It is for this reason that when things get to the stage where I want to crawl under my desk and hide from the horrible little monsters, there will always, always be a small ray of sunshine to soothe my weary mind and body. Today, it came in the form of a colleague carrying a pot of freshly brewed coffee. Until you come here to this land of instant sweet coffee mix and green tea, you have no idea how rare a sight that is. And yet there it was. Real coffee, like a beacon in the night.

Hayley, would you like some coffee? said this beautiful angel at my classroom door, and lo, I cast aside my mug of instant coffee and held out a paper cup left over from an art class.

Coffee helps.

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