Scottish Deep Thoughts

In the last 48 hours I have had 7 hours of sleep; I'm knackered. Yesterday, (Thursday) I helped to supervise the school rock concert. There were some really good bands and some other bands that deserve "participant" ribbons. A couple voices made me cringe in pain. However, I suppose that they have done something that I couldn't have done. Watching all those budding rock stars made me thirsty so I went out for a few pints with the regular bunch afterward. I got in around 2 only to wake up 4 hours later to catch the bus for a school trip to Edinburgh.
I went to Edinburgh with 2 other teachers and 30 senior students for a "university open house day". The 3 hour bus ride was rough. Sleeping on the bus is always difficult (i hate the "head bob") so I was doomed to try to survive the day with a hangover and limited sleep whilst trying to look after 30 kids. Thankfully, the other two teachers did all the work as they organize the trip and have done it over 25 times. I was basically along for the ride.
It was kind of bizarre going back to a university. Sitting in a packed, smelly lecture hall falling asleep whilst listening to a professor drone on and on brought back memories of the good ol' days. I was reminded of the Simpsons episode when Homer goes back to University ("excuse me, I work at a nuclear power plant. I think I know how a proton accelerator works.") I am now supposedly "edumacated" and have "life experience". I looked at all the unassuming innocent lambs with a superior grin and a reminiscent eye.