Today I am struggling to fit in the #28daysofwriting challenge. It is Thursday and I am tired. Not just a little bit tired but a huge amount of tired. It is coming up to the end of week four of term one, and I have already lost count of how many 12 plus hour days I have done. Not to mention how many are planned for next week. So today, I confess, I don't want to fabricate something to write. I just want to find a cool (it is very hot and muggy tonight which is not helping) and quiet hole under a rock and pretend I am invisible.
It does get me wondering.
This must be what it feels like when students don't want to write. Every day many of our students all around the world come to school and are faced with that age old dilemma of 'what shall I write today'. Many more come tired after who knows what happened the night before, struggling to fire up their imaginations and rise from the stupor that lack of sleep induces. And, many more come to school hungry, not having had breakfast or dinner the night before, unable to concentrate or focus on the task at hand because the claws of hunger are scraping away at their little empty tummies.
It certainly puts my tiredness into perspective.