Teaching: Week 4.

My life has been a tizzy.
I leave each day feeling like a wrung out sponge.
Tears burn in my eyes.
I second guess myself.
Teaching is the most exhausting work I have ever had.
I work against my will.
I tie myself in knots.
I try to do a good job.
I feel wrecked.

"Do you want to be a teacher?" my boss asks.

Hell no. Not like this.
Not with kids fighting to run the classroom.
Not with my superior's disapproving looks.
This?
I'm not cut out for this.