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A journal . . . whatever comes to mind. |
| Last night was difficult. I so wanted to talk to someone, but everyone was too busy. I realize that people have families and responsibilities that have to come before me. I just wish I could meet more people, but I don't know where to meet them. Plus, it's hard to go out. Everywhere I go I run into students, former students, or their parents. There's no privacy when you're a teacher. They seem so shocked when they see me buying toilet paper or even just groceries. I get really sick of going to Wal-Mart and being cornered about why little so-and-so's grade is a B instead of an A. One of my friends (another teacher) actually had a student show up asking for help in her husband's hospital room after his heart attack! I am at work at least nine hours a day. You'd think that would be enough time for students to ask for help or for parents to call me. But no . . . I am a teacher 24 hours a day. |