Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane

I just finished up my last class of a three week block of insanity. My class lasted from 11pm to about 9am. Yes, read it again, it's not a typo. I have been nocturnal. I was working in the bread department of the school's cafe. Overall, being awake during those hours isn't that difficult, it's the being awake after those hours, being coherent anytime but those hours, having a normal life and remembering what day it is that is difficult. The hours in and of themselves make this block intense, plus the fact that the entirety of the class time is production...no lecture, no break for a meal, it's standing and running around and (for me) lifting 50lb bags of flour every half hour or so, mixing multiple doughs by hand, pulling cart upon cart of food order up slanted walkways and definitely needing new workshoes...I have never felt so strong or so exhausted.

We certainly finished with a bang...on a day (night?) that normally would have consisted of our trainees--the next group--taking over the station and my group spending the time deep cleaning the bakeshop, our night was interrupted by a power surge that killed our ovens, a power outage in the baking department that killed the proofer we were using for viennoiserie, a fire sensor going off, a sudden downpour of water in the front of house of the cafe which flooded the room and outside hallway, another fire alarm, water being shut off to stop the waterfall, yes, ANOTHER fire alarm, being told the cafe would not be opening so we had to throw out a bunch of product and then 2 hours later being told the cafe would in fact be opening so there was a mad dash to finish product...I left today with next to zero energy, covered in a film of flour, remnants of poolish drying on my forearms and the largest burns I have ever received gracing my arms. I have never been so excited for a weekend in my life, compounded by the fact that most of the Barn crew will be gallivanting around the city with me.