Life is not fun when you’re jet-lagged. Anya and I are adjusting with opposite schedules. I saw her for half-a-minute as I passed on on the path while biking home from work. I stopped and chatted, as well as greeted her friend who just flew in from Luxembourg.
In the morning, I biked to my class to find out that I missed the email sent to my work account. At least it got me up in the morning and active.
I worked on Swedish, studying for the rest of the morning back at home. After lunch, I went off to revise my draft exams with my co-teacher. The will be given tomorrow morning. My brain was thick, and I wasn’t tracking well. Let’s just say that I wasn’t stellar.
I am still trying to figure out what my role is for overseeing reading courses. I tried to respond to emails with my limited knowledge. I replied in English as my jet-lagged head couldn’t process the Swedish efficiently enough. I was starting to get discouraged, but I realized I must not entertain these thoughts while jet-lagged.
I biked home (the Anya sighting) and worked on Swedish review as far as I could go with my transitional time zone brain. Anya is out with friends to keep her up and to try to adjust to Swedish time.
I might not see Anya in the morning, as I have to be at Johannelund before 8:00 to rearrange the classroom to be more conducive for an exam. Anya starts her school day at 9:45.
My final exam for my Swedish course is tomorrow. I’ll need all the prayers and divine intervention possible!
With blessings,
Beth