I want to say this, but I don't know where to post it. So its going here.

Teaching is making me a mean unhappy person. I've never encountered a force so destructive as it. Having a great day is uplifting, sure. Very much so. But having one terrible day in teaching is enough to wreck and ruin days. Its enough to crush my self-esteem, to embarrass me socially, and intimately. Enough to make me harder, colder, and more spiteful.

I gotta get out of this place. Tim O'Brien once wrote "You don't have to be in Nam, to be in Nam."

Ive never spilt so much hope and blood over something as this; I am tired of this war. I want to go home.