That’s how I feel, right now…at the end of three wretched, miserable days.
Three days when, for the first time, I wondered to myself whether or not, as a teacher, I’m actually making a difference to anyone…
Three days when, achingly, all I could think of was “I wish I had never come back from England…”
Three days, in which I alternated between wanting to cry…and wanting to RIP the heads off of anyone & everyone who even dared to glance at me in a way I didn’t appreciate…
I know this will go away. I know a few days of rest, solitude, a hot bath, lots of wine, and my goddaughter’s birthday party tomorrow will help to ease this miasma of negativity…
But right now, I’m about as dispirited with the world as I’ve ever been.
