Today is July 2—the Tooth of July, if you will.
I'm at work and being naughty, writing this blog post while my students are concentrating on their SAT exercises. I'm also half asleep: our summer schedule has me waking up at the positively ungodly hour of 6:30AM so that I can leave Appalachia by 7:45AM and sit in the crawling rush-hour traffic on Route 66 for the final four miles of my drive to work. What sucks about being on the road during rush hour is that I don't have access to the HOV lanes: going eastbound on 66, the HOV lanes are HOV-2 until 9:30AM.
Weirder still is the fact that, this year, our summer hours alternate depending on the weekday: on Mondays and Wednesdays, we begin class at 11AM. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, we're 9 to 5. My job insists on playing havoc with my sleep schedule; I look forward to working at a place with a more stable notion of when I should wake up.
Righto—back to work.
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Now that summer is here, I've been waking up at six to get a cracking start on things. I always hated the idea of being a morning person, but I just can't deny the fact that I am most efficient earlier in the morning--I get my best work done before lunch.
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