Midnight (in my time zone)

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Time zones are super evil. 

 

And you know, I’m fairly good at time zones, usually. Growing up, I often needed to calculate in my head what time it was in Moscow and when I could call my grandma without waking her up in the middle of the night. 

 

But these days, I have too many time zones to keep track of. I live in Eastern time; I have friends on Pacific time, and others on Central time. I have relatives in Moscow and a friend in Jerusalem, and coworkers in Yerevan and Arizona. Some of those places have daylight savings, others don’t. The ones that do don’t necessarily all switch at the same time.

 

And that’s not even including the students of the online program I work for! Granted, I don’t usually  need to know what time it is where they are, but in terms of sheer variety, we have kids from all over the US and Canada (including Hawaii and Nova Scotia), the UK, France, Germany, India, Japan, and Australia.