2am. Can’t sleep. Summer is here and normal-person sleep patterns are a thing of the past (and near future, unfortunately). I’ve always thought God had a good-natured laugh when he gave me the passion to be a teacher–I don’t know of a single elementary school that starts at noon–but then there’s summer. Every year I promise myself I will try to maintain a normal routine to make that fall transition easier. Something happens in June, though, and I morph into my college-student alter ego–2am Taco Bell runs (not as much fun when you aren’t in a car full of fellow dormmates), idiotic cable movies too stupid for prime time, reading book after book after book (except this time I get to CHOOSE what I read)–I might go to bed at 7pm, I might crash at 7am. I might crash at 7am, wake up at 1, then go back to bed at 7pm… life of luxury, right? Until I have to be somewhere at 8 in the morning (I actually use my summer to take classes, so I do have places to be…) and I’m on my 7am bedtime cycle. I REALLY screw up my body during the summer, and never fully recuperate during the school year. I just can’t help myself though–I’m a night person. I LOVE nighttime, and I don’t want to miss it by sleeping through it! The quiet, the peace, the breeze, the stars and moon–day is fine, but night is perfect.