I have a bit of a confession to make. Yesterday, when I made that questioning post, I was actually typing up something I'd written into my book at the bus stop in the morning. Yesterday was a pretty good day. The kids were still psychotic, but I met with my University supervisor, she gave back my unit plan and I got a credit. It boosted my ego a bit, since I'd have been happy with a pass. So, by the time I was writing that post, I was already cheerfully thinking "why? because I can!"
Because, despite it all, and the all is a lot, I seem to enjoy it. I've almost always accepted myself, faults and follies, but that doesn't mean I don't want to change. I'm just scared to. Hopefully this will help. This is quite gradual really. I've already managed to get legions of kids to like me, and Liz and Sue as well. The parents seem not to mind me either. My socially defective side is good at hiding for a while. And here I am, up early in the morning working, so there's the laziness too. Hmmm.
