So guys it's Thursday again and I'm so freaked out I just sit and stare. Elementary class in the evening is a perfect brain drain. Some people cannot work out that isn't is the same as is not, not even after the sixth explanation. I remember when I was at school and my teachers wondered if I was going to be a teacher and I said no because "It won't make my day that a kid puts two and two together." And you see despite my former wisdom I turned out to be a teacher all right, and true, a minor achievement isn't always enough to make my day, but the lack of it totally ruins it. I mean, I understand that it's all new and scary for them, but there is such a thing as logic on this planet, isn't there?
So I got off the bus two stops earlier so that I could walk and relax a little, then I did twenty sit-ups, cooked lecsó, watched part of Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, and I knew that I had to do all these to preserve my mental health.
On such days I really wonder if I'm a bad teacher or it's just the world versus me. I don't want to imagine what would happen if I had more classes.
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