Something's broken- and no, it ain't a heartache
HOME SWEET HOME.
For the past 18 hours I have been: A) awake, B) teaching freshmen how to solve a problem in many ways, C) screaming at any ignorant/arrogant/idiotic/decidedly-mute-to-save-their-own-asses freshmen, D) nearly slapping a really irritating freshmen, E) Being one of four acting medics for 120 students, F) making and deconstructing a tent. IN SCHOOL. ALL NIGHT LONG, since it was pretty much 5pm til 11am for Indonesia here.
I have never given so many pep-talks in one night.
Damn you, Student Body Workshops.