I think it is interesting how, as the week progresses, it is harder and harder to get out of bed. Monday - right at the first alarm, 6:20. Then it's the first snooze - 6:27, then 6:34, and finally today was 6:41.
Even 20 minutes later, as I enjoy my cinnamon life and strawberry/orange juice, I am still tired. Even though I just got 8 and a half hours of sleep.
I'm really nervous about today. I have my first peer observation of the semester. Plus, since one girl stayed at this school all year, I have never been observed by her. That adds a little pressure. Plus this is my first whole class lesson. Key up some more pressure. PLUS, she has taught before, for two years. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'm going to suck. That's it, I know it.