sicky

Friday was hell on Earth for Androse. I taught 3rd grade, or tried to. It was chaos all day. I had no control. There were fights. There were injuries. It was humiliating. Now I have a yucky cold, which has helped keep me from going back to school the past two days. I am not good at this job.

Yet.

I'm trying to be positive about this. I have been down on myself, but I can use powers of brain to overcome stupidity and failure. That is what I will do.

(What have I gotten myself into?)