I'm exhausted.

Who knew that teaching was so much work? (okay, okay, that's obvious, but jeez) I made it through my first week of classes. I didn't trip, vomit, accidentally bare a breast, fumble my language so badly it resulted in a wildly inappropriate double entendre, nor, does it seem, did I bore or frighten my students. But, on the downside of things, I haven't eaten since yesterday, I'm running on four hours sleep, and I have no idea how I'm going to squeeze my studies into all the lesson/unit planning I need to do (read: how the hell did I get myself into this and will I be able to get through it)? I wonder, at the end of these two years, will I still have earned that fancy distinction of getting to wear a bright yellow rope around my neck?