Day 61: No, Miss Lee, 2 hours' sleep is not enough

The title says it all. I stayed up until exactly 4.30am to get my Reflective Journal Assignment finished (and no, don't ask how long I'd had to do it) so when my alarm went off at 6.30am I was feeling a little less than refreshed, let's say.

I survived the day on red bull, diet coke and hysteria, lapsing into miserable pits of despair whenever my blood sugar ran low. Fortunately I only had two lessons ("Why did you even come in?" someone asked) and they weren't particularly difficult, so I wasn't too concerned about the day itself being taxing.

I'm going to cut this short as my eyes are drooping as I type, and it's definitely time for me to sleep. Year 7 were fine, if a little spirited, and then year 11 were boisterous, especially since there were only 8 of them, and we just orally recapped the short stories, then watched Doctor Who on BBC iPlayer. A bit of a waste of a lesson, in hindsight, but there you go.

I nearly fell asleep on the wrong bus, then walked around Morrisons in circles trying to pick some fruit up, as I've not been having my five-a-day and it's beginning to show in my skin (a year 7 asked what was wrong with my face. That felt nice.) I gorged myself of blueberries and spinach and called it an early-ish night at 9pm.

This does mean that I'll have to plan tomorrow morning but, for the sake of sleep, it's worth it right now. Bon nuit.