Posts Tagged ‘sleep’
Since I last wrote on the overwhelming tiredness I have from teaching my little rapscallions, I have worked out my perfect sleep schedule. It even works the way I intended it.
1. Nap. Once I get back from school and have my lunch, I fall asleep. Think 4 or 5 p.m. A nice late afternoon nap refreshes me enough to prepare for the following day, or simply to rest and refresh myself before I get to any actual leisure.
2. Wake up. Then, I wake up at 10:30 p.m. and break my Tetris high score. I might do a few other housekeeping things, like getting past a few more missions in San Andreas. I might plan the next day’s lessons, but that’s a lower priority. Joking.
3. Go back to sleep. I go right back to sleep after midnight, and I get plenty of sleep before I wake up at the comfortable morning time of 5:45 a.m.
I hit a snag on Tuesday nights, the day of my horrible, weekly 5-hour credential class. Oh, and on Wednesday, when I have to meet up with an adviser to go over my resume packet for April’s job fair. Or Thursday, which is production night at the paper.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
At least we have Easter Break starting tomorrow afternoon. Small mercies.
Moral of the story? Sleep when you’re tired. Don’t sleep when you aren’t.
I’ve been tired before from teaching. Just never this tired. Last night, I was quite literally too tired to think comfortably.
A three-hour nap took the edge off my fatigue, but I was still pretty tired. Another eight hours later, and a half-hour after my alarm went off, I still couldn’t think straight. Oy.
When I told my master teacher, she grilled me on nutrition and balanced diets. Yes, I think I have a balanced diet even if it lacks green things. Yes, I eat plenty of protein. No, that no-meat Lent thing is only on Fridays.
She seemed to believe me, and offered her advice:
“This is a very tiring, stressful job. Part of this is kids sucking the life out of us. Part of it is being exhausted. We all are.”
I had some witty rejoinder, I think, but I don’t remember exactly what I said. I was too tired.
Moral of the story? Go to bed an hour before you think you need to.
