back to school

It’s been three months since I quited my last job and yesterday I had a snap decision to visit my colleague and the pupils I love so much. And what a nice morning tea-party it was! We had little chat on school life, pupils, summer holidays and had a good laugh.

Later pupils started to crowd school, so I met some of my former pupils, one of them presented me a box full of his treasures. There was a mediator, a moulded pendant he made himself and some strange items, which I never made a head or tail of. Anyway it was very touching.

Hanging around the school I felt like coming back, because I realised how much I miss the lively kids, the never ending fun, caring colleagues and the cherishing atmosphere of love. That was the kind of experience one can never forget.

Are you up yet?

Got inspired by my and working girl’s post about morning routine and tried to figure out how not to be late. Thanks to the best browser ever and the cutest site I came up with the following list:

1. Do the maths
Stagger wake up time. Figure the amount of time you need to get ready without rushing things and set the alarm clock 15-20 minutes earlier than the actual time of waking up. In my case the alarm goes off an hour earlier & rings every 10 minutes.

2. Choose the location
Move the alarm clock out of reach from your bed that way you’ll have to get up to turn it off. My advice to use one of those crazy alarm clocks that has some flying parts so you’ll have to catch it to switch off.

3. Think Ahead
Have the clothes you will wearthe next morning ironed, nails - polished and painted in the evening. It’ll stop you from wondering what to put on in the morning.

4. Collect handbag items in the evening
Put all the necessary items in your handbag beforehand in order not to hunt down your cell, the second ear-ring or keys, which you “left right here in the evening”, all around the apartment.

5. Sleep Enough
Go to sleep earlier to allow yourself at least seven hour sleep. Besides complexion very much depends on the night rest.

morning

Every working morning the alarm goes off at 6am and blasts "We Will Rock You" at the maximum volume. I reach it on the floor, make sure it is 6 am and fall asleep again.

Next blust comes at 6.15, but I usually miss it.

At 6.30 the cell wakes my consciousness finally. I stumble to the kitchen, heat two huge saucepans of water. Yes, two huge saucepans that serve as a shower, as there is no hot water in summer. Times are really rough for the three of no-hot-water weeks, because I get dirty in summer twice as fast as in winter.

Anyway, while the water is heating I'm cooking breakfast for myself and a cat. If of course the cat falls at my feet with a squeaky "meow" otherwise I may not even remember that I have a cat! It is a morning, okay. I can't remeber much at 7 am.

By the shower time I'm almost happy as the outfit is chosen and the breakfast is eaten. So I grab a bowl and take the sausepans to the cold bathroom. Shiverring I pour more and more water to get warm and clean. Soon the torture is over, the clock shows 7.30am - the time to head to the underground station. However there's still make-up and hair to do.

By the time I like the reflexion in the mirror the bus has already left. So at 8am I leave the apartment. There is an hour and fifteen minutes of hustle and bustle of buses, trains and cabs ahead.

At 9.30 I'm in the office... at my door to be more precise, as I have forgotten the key at home.