Ooooh......
A few days ago. I (a teacher) had been observed in my worst class by my program advisor, without any warning and about an hour or two to prepare. Also, my husband and I were preparing to leave that evening for six hours on the road, so I had to get about two days' worth of material for my students to work on while I was gone. Too, the reason we were going is, to make a long story short, one of our relatives is being bullied by an agency and we were supposed to testify as character witnesses (they're trying to say she's unfit to take care of our grandfather, yet somehow it seems to be more about money than any concern for his welfare). To add to this, I had to talk to a parent about her son being a brat in class, and this plus the observation meant I had to stay even later to get the next couple of days' classwork ready. Also, there was the fact that I had had about 12 hours of sleep in the previous three days AND PMT. When we finally left the school at almost six, and I realized that with all the stuff we had to do before we left, we would probably get to where we were going at one or two in the morning, I started tearing up and sniffling. My husband realized what was going on, and kept asking what was wrong. I couldn't quite give a particular answer, but what was running through my mind was "We're too late and I'm too tired and I'm a crappy teacher and this hearing's going to go badly and I'M NOT GOING TO GET ANY FOR A WEEK! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
(meeezalch, Sun 17 Apr 2005, 5:52, Reply)