Right now I'm staying up with my cousin who's a senior in high school. It's midnight on Sunday, and she's busy finishing up her homework for the weekend. There's a roll of tape on the coffee table, along with pink ribbons, a glue stick, cutout pictures from glamour magazines, and a bunch of construction paper. For her weekend psychology assignment, she has to make a book using a vocab word as the header for each page.
I rant about school every once in a while here, but the truth is that it had been a long time since I'd really experienced what school was like. I dropped out in 2001, twelve years ago. Usually I visit my cousins during school vacations, but they're in school this time, so I've had the chance to live vicariously, help with homework, and remember just why I disliked school so much.
My cousin's project, as best I can understand, and as best she can understand, is essentially busy work. She had to spend an hour or so writing some paragraphs that were related to psychology. Then she spent four or five hours finding pictures, cutting them out, printing the paragraphs, cutting them out, arranging construction paper, pasting, and binding. It's insane.
Her younger sister, a sophomore in high school, asked for help with biology. Some of the material was really relevant and useful stuff, but that material was buried in a bunch of cruft. Some questions were so ambiguous that you would have to read them two or three times just to understand what they wanted you to answer. Some questions were made difficult not to simulate real-life situations, but just because the underlying material was too intuitive and basic in its natural useful form. Then others covered material that was so insignificant that it is guaranteed to be forgotten within a week, and would have to be relearned from scratch if my cousin ever were to become a biologist.
Jet lag sucks. I remember the worst time I had it, during one of my first trips to Japan. I was so excited to get out and see Tokyo, but I just couldn't pry myself from the bed. At three pm in the afternoon I battled to keep my eyes open, knowing that I would lose and end up sleeping through the evening.
Luckily jet lag is very easy to beat if you know the trick. I came up with this during one trip, it worked, and I've been doing it ever since. I got back to San Francisco yesterday afternoon and today I woke up at a normal time, went through my normal routine, and am just now starting to get tired at 11pm, like usual.
I wrote about this before, but made it too complicated. Here's the easy version:
The only thing that matters is that you are at an appropriate level of tiredness for the time you land. The goal is to compromise your comfort on the flight and possibly the time right before the flight to achieve this.