Lately I've been feeling the stress of my job. The meetings, the paperwork, the extra work...the extra extra work. I didn't mind doing it before, but now, I'm starting to resent it. Sounds really bad but trust me you'll feel the same way if you were in my shoes.
Sunday nights are always a struggle for me because I know I have work the following morning. Sometimes I would find myself wishing, in the middle of the workday, that I was somewhere else.
Before, I used to think that it was enough that I love my profession. That I love working with my co-teachers. And that I have students who respect me. The sense of fulfillment is still there but I'm just too tired to recognize it.
I wish I could have a "normal" workday. A day wherein I can leave work to have lunch out for a full hour at any place I want to. A day wherein my job expectations are given to me in black and white. A day wherein I can work uninterrupted. A day wherein I can forget and leave my work behind after 8 hours working.
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