It's been an absolutely brutal couple of days, but I do believe that I'm finding my feet at last. The only problem is that it's taking my entire energy just to get through the day without throwing up, and my lesson plans have gone by the wayside. There's another teacher on staff (we'll call her Mother Theresa) who began to carry and mother me today. Seeing my complete exhaustion and confusion, she has been giving everything she has. Together we wrote my lessons for tomorrow, relying heavily on her suggestions as a veteran of the courses. I'm not sure what'll happen on Friday; I think things will become clearer after 8 or so hours of sleep.

Last night, by the way, I got a half-hour of sleep. Total. I've never before experienced complete insomnia...not only was I unable to eat anything, but my body refused sleep. The fact that I was able to teach three full periods by myself (with a great deal of this fine lady's advice) still amazes me. I guess I'm a little better at this than I thought. Although not as good as I seen to project.

We'll see. Maybe my teachers' predictions will show through once I'm able to draw a clear breath.