Today was one of those days. Nothing seemed to make sense. I trudged through my morning routine, completely in denial about having to go to work.

Let’s face it, that September term break really wasn’t a break at all. Especially not when there was all that marking to be done. Perhaps that’s why I don’t feel well-rested. Clearly, a week isn’t enough.

I feel like I’m running on reserve energy right now. In fact, it’s been this way for the past few Septembers, since I started teaching. Each year, it is around this point of time that I feel like throwing in the towel. Now, I don’t claim to have the toughest job in the world, but it certainly has its challenges, and I’m beginning to feel – for the lack of a better word – jaded. Yet, I feel guilty for feeling this way, y’know? I feel like I’m doing my students a huge injustice, when I don’t give them my best. I feel guilty for not giving them those extra classes that they want, because I really do need the time to catch up on my marking and other administrative stuff. Besides, and I’m being honest here, I know that not much can be done at this stage, because there’s a little too much catching up to do. But how do you tell that to an impressionable teen, and not dash hopes?

*breathe*

I know the perks of my job will be manifested soon especially now that we’re in the final leg, but for now, they seem a little too distant.

I really do take my hat off to my colleagues who have families to look after. How they still manage to stay on top of their game is beyond me.

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Song of the Day, because I needed the comforting.

Fix You, by Coldplay