August. Hard to believe it’s already here.
My university has royally fucked me and misinformed me many times on when I begin student teaching. As of tonight, I have no idea when I’m stepping into the classroom. I can’t even begin to explain the frustration. I hate to use such a simple phrase, but it’s so unfair.
I just want to teach. I’m not even out of grad school and already I’m dealing with unnecessary bullshite. Come on, DePaul, pull yourself together!
I just have to keep a happy attitude.
Although that was very hard to do today.
My fiancé is sleeping beside me, snoring rhythmically. It’s putting me in a much calmer state.