time

is like, gone.

it seems like everything goes by so quickly. except for class periods. with 90 minutes of 30 fourteen year olds staring you down, i often feel like i just want my life to end. but then i have to remember that no matter what i say, they automatically think i'm at least somewhat interesting. or at least required to respect me as i am a part of their day if nothing else.

Days have no time. literally. i am busy either helping teach or teaching all day long. i get home and i'm super exhausted, but it's the only time i have to catch up on the rest of my life (which, right now, is actually stressing me a lot more than teaching is, which I had kinda anticipated, i knew the whole teaching part wouldn't be as hard as it was made out to be). i'm just crazy busy, that's all.