November 4, 2002
There's something about my Spanish class that makes me sleepy. No matter how engrossed I am in the lesson, I still find my lids growing heavy by the minute. It's something about the grade 10 PE class outside, and how the window is always open. Throughout the lesson, happy shouts and the sound of pounding feet floats in with the clear cold air. The need to be outside fights with the desire to put my head on my desk and sink into blessed oblivion. What a great background for learning a new language... Can't I have just a tiny nap?