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As much as I like my tutee, I'm almost regretting saying yes to working with her again for these two weeks, because oh my god is my heart not in anything that adds to my workload -- especially anything that consistently happens at 9 AM -- right now. Like, internal dialogue right now:
Brain: Emma, get up. Get up, you need to get your notebook and jot down a few notes.
Me: If I get up, though, my eyes will fall out of my head.
Brain: But, Emma, you have your lesson all planned, can't you just--
Me: Sorry, what were we talking about?
I one hundred percent plan to come and sleep until such a time as I need to eat after this tutoring session. And then, thank god, it will be the weekend. (AND THEN SEVEN MORE CLASSES, ONLY TWO OF THEM AT THE LYCEE. WHUUUUUT.)
Brain: Emma, get up. Get up, you need to get your notebook and jot down a few notes.
Me: If I get up, though, my eyes will fall out of my head.
Brain: But, Emma, you have your lesson all planned, can't you just--
Me: Sorry, what were we talking about?
I one hundred percent plan to come and sleep until such a time as I need to eat after this tutoring session. And then, thank god, it will be the weekend. (AND THEN SEVEN MORE CLASSES, ONLY TWO OF THEM AT THE LYCEE. WHUUUUUT.)