Oh no, not again...

 Like a disgruntled bowl of petunias plummeting to their doom, I have commenced Term Three with a deflated sense of grim inevitably. Holidays, like summers, cherry blossoms and white-chocolate-and-raspberry ice cream, are doomed to end their brief but beautiful existence all too swiftly. We have but a few short moments to savour the pleasures of this transitory world but they are snatched away and we have to go back to work.

I am consoled by the knowledge that holidays, like the seasons, blossoming flowers, and trips to Lindale or supermarket to purchase ice cream, will come again. All is not lost.

I have a couple of new students despite it being half-way through the year. I was at first concerned that these new students would struggle to catch up with the rest of the class and would be too far behind on the course material. A quick review of the previous terms' work alleviated all my worries.

Apparently the majority of my students have no idea what they learned last term and many claim to have lost their folders and work. Excellent. Should be easy enough for the new students to catch up with the class.

My attempts to refrain from guzzling too much coffee at work failed. I shall try to consume less caffeine tomorrow. Maybe. Unless I'm really tired. Or stressed. Or need a hot drink to warm up.
A colleague advised alternating drinks of coffee with milo as a method of reducing coffee intake. This approach did not work so well for me. Apparently my brain is so strongly convinced of my need for coffee, that I am unable to not spoon coffee into my cup. When I attempted to make a milo I added a spoonful of coffee without really noticing before I drank it. It was very yummy and mocha-esk though. Perhaps I shall make the coffee/milo combo a regular.