I am so smart. I got up bright and early to go into Uni. Hopped on my buses. Came into the lecture theatre at nine and remembered something. It's Tuesday! My lecture is at ten. I usually get an extra hour of sleep.
Making adults play seven different versions of chasey and then do gymnastics is not what I call appropriate curriculum. And with this, they expect to make us teachers. Maybe I wouldn't be complaining if I hadn't busted my ankle when doing a handstand, mind. On the up side, my cartwheel rocked (rolled and careered) like a rocking thing. On the down side, I am sore and in pain.