You probably already know that I'm not a morning person.
In the morning, I'm on automatic pilot until I get my coffee. Which is at work. (Mostly because if I had coffee here, I wouldn't have much of a reason to go in, would I?)
I have a big problem. I live with a morning person. No, not N.A.
My dog.
My dog is more cheery than the secretary in Office Space. I have never seen a creature more excited about the morning. He bounds out of his crate, panting with excitement. I'm still trying to get my pupils calibrated against all the offensive light streaming in the windows. (Must invest in blackout curtains.)
Even though I've had the puppy for almost eight months, I'm still getting used to having something THAT excited to see me every morning.
If only I could transfer some of that enthusiasm for life from my dog to my students!
