I’m sick, as in end-of-the-term sick (I hadn’t known there was such a phenomenon till I found out at least two other teachers were sick, including my mom). After a long parent-teacher meeting on Thursday night (which lasted till 10), during which I chugged down three full glasses of water while conversing with parent after parent, I woke up with a splitting headache (before the alarm clock went off, ugh!) on Friday. We teachers stood in the parade square for over an hour while prize after prize was given out and announcements made. For most of the day, I moved frequently between the heavily air-conditioned staff-room and the humid detention area to see and sit with students.
My throat started seizing up and I started feeling giddy at about 1pm, but I persevered, trying to plug the holes that kept opening up, before finally succumbing to the lure of a cab-ride home at 3.30pm.
Would it be strange to say that it’s somewhat pleasant to be mildly ill – with my head so heavy I can’t stress out about things even if I wanted to; with my mind only being able to focus on Travel&Living and children’s books; with my body finally being able to sleep and sleep and sleep, without starting up automatically at 5.40am or because there are things left undone?
