It was 7am, and I hadn’t slept.
I was involved in my practicum school’s 30 hour famine for the previous 12 hours, as a “supervisor” (ie: game-master). I brought in my old-school Nintendo 64 (circa 1995) for the students to play on (it was older than all of them), and otherwise we had maddening games of dodgeball and badminton, and built forts out of gym mats. It was a great send-off to us supervisors, most of which were student teachers.
However, we didn’t sleep.
So now the birds are chirping and the sun is rising up over the mountains to the East of Vancouver, and I have this dull feeling radiating in my head. Through the dullness comes a lurking thought:
Oh, God, I’ve got to drive for 7 hours, today.
My destination: The west coast of Vancouver Island — Pacific Rim National Park Reserve — and Ucluelet; a small fishing town, it has little in the way of surprises — just boat-loads of natural beauty…