So I'm still pretty wretched, but I'm still trudging along. I had about seven student conferences today in addition to teaching and going to my Victorian Lit seminar, but I survived it all. My class was actually really fun--after an intense three weeks reading Hardy's Tess, we toned it down today and discussed language development in children by analyzing--get this--Kermit the Frog, Elmo, the Count, and Cookie Monster from Sesame Street. In addition, thanks to Emory's wonderful Freshman Seminar dealie, we had lunch provided, so I think a great time was had by all in this last class before Spring Break.

But that's not the part I'm most proud about. I still have not much energy, got only three hours sleep last night, and am coughing like an old dog, but I still decided to try biking in to campus for the first time (I used my insomnia productively last night and read the Georgia traffic manual from cover to cover; I understood it all except one badly written instruction for left turns, but Lauralei drew me a diagram). Granted, it's only about a mile and a half on the route I take, but that's a hilly piece in places. I almost collapsed on making it to campus, but I made it! And I'll do it again tomorrow! Woohoo!

Cough.