june 3, 2003.

It's actually Wednesday now, at quarter to 3 in the morning. I can't figure out why I'm awake - it's something beyond the usual sleep cycle, something that has nothing to do with the apple-sized baby pressing on my bladder. I did go to bed at 6 p.m. last night, if that means anything. The Boy was babbling about circadian rhythms in pregnancy, but I was just tired. Yesterday I got up at 5 a.m. to mark papers, and, besides, I'm pregnant. It's tiring. More so than my usual languidness, I mean.

My classes have been pretty good lately, which is a nice break now that I'm down to half a happy pill every other day. My applied class is down to about a dozen - there are 9 more kids with bigger fish to fry, and they've either been removed, are under the care of special ed., or have given up (with or without their parents' tacit approval). I have a kid who's been in my class 6 times since the semester began. I have another who's done nothing at all. Having them gone means that it's much, much easier to read The Diary of Anne Frank together since I don't have to spend every minute quashing rebellion.

I'm still not very good at timing units - two of my classes missed a media unit and one a poetry unit, simply because we ran out of time. I suppose it's one of those things that need to come from practice. It's never been my strong suit, but like calling parents it has to be learned I guess.

Going to try to go back to sleep now.

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