The day started emotionally crippling and just went downhill from there. I can't tell if Mondays are bad because I don't usually pop any Xanax over the weekends, so I am very anxious for little reason, or if it is just that hard to go back. The kids were the same, typical kids, but their disrespect, which most of them don't even recognize as such - it is just their way of doing things, and the way they have seen their friends, relatives and idols act - really bothers me. More so since I am bending backwards to be polite, respectful (reminding them with a "please", not yelling - all of which makes no difference to them, but a huge difference to the people who watch over me). Slowly I am giving up, but it is killing me inside to do it.
More and more I am wondering if I really am cut out for teaching. And sometimes I wonder if I am cut out for anything.
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