so my students think I'm a perky morning person. Which is kind of hysterical and depressing at the same time.
My sophomore English teacher confessed to me years after I left her class (she's the principal now, and Mr. Jane and I went to visit the old HS when we were in town a while back) that she was never a morning person but she would put on a brave face and by the time she got to 2nd period (when I had her) she was all good.
She also said that watching me and my best friend at the time (who had her 1st period) exchange cards and presents and just gernerally being adorable, sweet teenage girls would make her morning.
Sometimes I think that half the reason I wanted to be an actor is that Broadway works nicely with my body's natural need to sleep from 2:00 am to 10:00 am.
If I don't shower? No way.
This is so me. Showers make a civilized person, don't expect me to civil without one. So, if I answer the door on Saturday in my pjs? Run, fast.
I am not a morning person by nature, but more than a decade of school hours has trained my body into reasonable functionality once I shower. If I don't shower? No way.
Not school, but having to run in the mornings and then shower has done the same thing. I have to shower in the morning, otherwise I can't wake up fully. And the morning run is a nice way to get it done before anything else interferes.
It has had the side effect of making me dependent on coffee, though. Trade-offs....
I didn't used to be a morning person, but when I shifted my work hours, I kinda had to be.
I've been working day hours for most of my adult life, and still nothing. I even worked a 6 AM shift for a few weeks. But I think my body is wired HARD toward the afternoon-evening schedule. Alas, there are very few schools that operate on that schedule, so I'm sort of resigned to being sleep-deprived for the rest of my working life.
God, that's depressing. Because I really do think I only operate at about 3/4 capacity without enough sleep.
First class sounds fantastic, Aimee!
I'm sure you knocked their socks off, Daisy Jane. I can imagine the job not being a good fit for you, that happens, but I can't imagine you not giving a great interview.
I can force myself to be perky and cheerful pretty much any time. My natural state is to wake up slowly, ease into the day by sipping coffee (preferably made for me by someone else) for several hours, maybe getting one thing done and then taking a siesta.
It's 12:30 EST. Do you know where your lunch is? I don't someone tell me!
San Francisco!
I would if I could.
I'm leaning toward wonton soup for lunch, but what should I have with it?
San Francisco!
I'd even BART over and meet you!
