Okay, so I don't want to be a teacher anymore. This is my second year teaching high school English, and I never thought I'd miss stripping this much. I hate getting up at 4 in the morning to workout before work. I hate having to stay after school for bullshit meetings and "professional development" (which generally leaves my braincells committing suicide). I can't stand the "sense of entitlement" of some of the little shithead fucker students I have. I hate spending my weekends grading papers and planning lessons. I hate the bureaucracy of the education system. I hate that I go through all this for $38k a year. No wonder the teaching shortage is so extreme.
I called in today because I was on the verge of unraveling yesterday at work. I'm not sure what's next. I think I can make it through to the end of the year. But MAN do I crave the freedom of stripping again. I would love to have the time to work on freelance writing and training for marathons and bike races again.
blech. But when I was stripping, I always found things wrong with that too. There's got to be more to life than working to liveI just needed to vent... I need something more.



I just needed to vent... I need something more.
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