Monday routine
And so the Monday morning Nursery School routine is set in stone.
7am. You wake up to the disharmony of a cheap travel alarm clock and infinite cricket chirps in the fields outside your house. You gaze at the ceiling whilst calculating exactly how much time you can afford to remain in bed for. You decide that you have no time to lie about and with a cold sweat realise that you have already wasted 15 minutes thinking about it.
Grudgingly, you peel your sweaty body from the futon, which you will no doubt forget to store away. You flick on the water heater.
You grab an extraordinarily wrinkled shirt from the clothes line. Sitting on the tatami matting, you iron the shirt on an ironing board no bigger than a skateboard, all the time wondering if you will ever be able to iron a shirt in less than 10 minutes, and whether the Nursery School kids really give a shit if your clothes don’t have creases in them.
You panic for a few seconds as you realise that you have forgotten to cook rice the night before, in preparation for your Nursery School lunch. Again. You decide that everything is bollocks and the world is insane, and proceed to smash up your rice cooker with a hammer.
Shower / Shave / Get dressed.
You snatch your carefully laid-out lesson plan from your desk. You grit your teeth whilst thinking about how the lesson will invariably degenerate into a frenzy of wanton violence. You get ready to leave the house, arms laden with items such as toys, books, and candy laced with sedatives.
You realise that there is one item that you don’t need to bring.
Your dignity.
