It’s coming, you can see
The great billowing clouds,
Grey and angry and flickering
With clashes of lightning,
And you know that soon
It’ll be hovering overhead
Ready to dump all its crap
All over your day.
I have now got to the point where I quite literally feel like I’m going to vomit before I go into work on Tuesday. I hate that I care so much – but I’m sensitive and this is going to hurt until the bitter end.
My problem class that I have on a Tuesday will be leaving the school in May and then I will never have to see them again. But until then, I will have to brace myself each Monday night as I wait for the shitstorm that is brewing on the horizon.
This too shall pass.
Much Love
Rachel xx
Margot Kinberg
I hope it goes better than you’re afraid it will, Rachel. Keeping yourself calm and focused is really hard, but it will help. I’ll be thinking of you…
Greg Dennison
I know the feeling 🙁
patientandkindlove
And yet we are crazy enough to keep going back for more!
clcouch123
I recall teachers (me being one of them) talking about certain classes that moved on to be a problem for another set of teachers. Our problem no longer. Sad and true. I hope this Tuesday somehow has gone well for you.
patientandkindlove
Oh, I can’t wait for this lot to be someone else’s problem. They are just mean to me. This must be what it felt like to be bullied at school.