Tuesday:
The time is 22.45. I have spent little over 4 hours on one task.
Planning a lesson?
No.
Prepping resources?
No.
Marking?
No.
I spent last 4 hours (plus) on sewing together one skirt. Just one. Ridiculous.
It's now midnight so I am officially giving up. Tragic.
Reflections on the day: Well, I started off by noticing, 15 minutes into my year 11 lesson, that my jumper was inside out. Glorious. The lesson was... ok. It was interesting to see how little they understand the poems, so I'm going to have to doubly work on them tomorrow because I'm worried the guys (girl still isn't turning up) will just not get it. Behaviour was.. ok. K was being a moody little so and so. I expect nothing less.
Wednesday:
To be honest, I can't remember. All I can remember was staying late to prep for my observations on Thursday, and then having to cancel dinner plans as a result. Depressing.
Thursday:
Today has to go down as the worst day. Nothing too bad at school, other than the stress of two observations. I even went for drinks after.
However, I walked home (or rather stumbled) in floods of tears. I was bawling. I must have looked nuts. Why so sad? I guess the stress, fatigue and disappointment of 13 weeks' hard graft finally caught up with me and being told I'd ruined the departmental secret Santa pushed me over the edge.
Not good. I think it's time for a sick day.
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