I quite hated my job today. Full of nasty, nasty attitude from preteens. Not my cup of tea. I can never tell if these occasions are the kids being worse, or me being less tolerant.
Mind you, things that would get a kid suspended at a more affluent school happen eighty times a day with zero consequence.
I hate it all.
Days like this are when I really battle with myself: It's just a sub job, it's not permanent! versus: Exactly, it's just subbing--nothing is tying you here--LEAVE! versus: God, it's June already, only a few more weeks. versus: Holy crap, WEEKS?!
Ugh, indeed.
Here, take a pretty flower for your troubles.

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