I am still alive, just. I started my lectrice job on Monday and have been hit by a wall of work and exhaustion. A million and one things to remember, each class with their special needs, exams, mentors. I'm swimming. Just about keeping my head above water. I came home today and sat for over two hours. I didn't move a muscle in all that time (ok, internet surfing on laptop on lap doesn't count as muscle usage - is a reflex trained action) and when I moved, I felt nautious. I'm no doctor, but I'm guessing that's not a good sign. I have zero appetite. I'm hungry and when food is put in front of me, I can't eat it.
All that aside, I'm sure these feelings will pass. Being on holiday for 11 weeks makes you lazy and I'm suffering from the change of pace. The students are as I expected, nothing that I haven't seen before although dealing with classes that have both bilingual students and ones that can hardly string a sentence together will be challenging I'm sure.