The Third Friday

I'm alive (kind of) and the thing that's keeping me this way is the fact that I have survived 3 weeks, and I'm feeling successful, happy, hopeful, and relieved that my class is calming down and starting to learn. Unfortunately, I'm completely exhausted - more than I've ever been in my Entire Life. I love my commute... 2 hours of required reading time a day, what reader wouldn't?! Yet, it's wearing me out. I've also acquired a phobia of germs (from the subway and 22 children's hands) and somehow still caught a cold, which started setting in Thursday.