Getting Sicker, Getting Richer

I begin to lose my voice. My schedule is fine, jam-packed as it is, but my body can't physically cope with the pressures and stresses of getting up at 7:00am and beginning your 12-hour day. I am forced to do lesson plans minutes before my classes start. I run, missing buses and perpetually stressed about being late for class. I look forward to the weekend, my voice slipping further and further away from me during class until I can only croak in English at my students. I tell them to talk amongst themselves. But all is not lost: the weekend means relaxation, a chance to recuperate both physically and with my time and lesson plans. Cathy and I buy a printer to be more studious. We set up an English Language Resource Center in the living room. We are superprofessors.