Friday was like an nightmare, and it all starts again tomorrow.
I seriously do not know what do. I hate this job. I absolutely hate it. It's like being back in middle school myself.
I spend my weekends crying because I have to go back on Monday.
Zoloft was mailed to me. It's still not here.
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Ugh, you totally have my sympathy. I had job-related depression about a year and a half ago - ok, there were other contributing factors, but dealing with one particular group of students every week was what really broke things. It was the combination of apathy about the work, enthusiasm for complaining, cluelessness about appropriate behaviour (eg don't pick up and start reading a discarded copy of the free newspaper when teacher asks a question!) and occasional aggression. The best bit? My students were doing a graduate diploma, and were only a few years younger than me. Anyway, I hope you manage to get out of that place as soon as possible!
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