I'm not sure of my future after last week's incident. Some people think I should leave, some think I should stay. I'm torn, as I'm miserable and really hating life right now. On the other hand, I don't want to feel like I've failed or gave up too soon. Every day is a struggle not to simply tell some of the kids that they are lousy little monsters and that they deserve whatever hell is in their future, that it is their choice. I know that I'm dealing with a product of years of bad circumstances, but that just makes me feel hopeless about my ability for any success.
This weekend is crucial to recharging my batteries. I had very little in the way of reserves, and last week's events wiped them out. At least I didn't get hit by any eggs today.