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2011/11/23

Yesterday was tough. The toughest yet. I obviously can’t talk about it, because of my substitute teacher confidentiality thingy, but I’ve realised that I can’t let myself get emotionally involved in my work. Yes, it’s rewarding when things go right, but when they don’t, when there’s the slightest bit of conflict, or upset, or whatever, it completely crushes me and it takes me forever to shake it off. I’m just too sensitive for my own good. I just don’t get it, I’m a complete narcissist and still I seem to have this Atlas complex, and it’s a complete contradiction! Well, no, I guess — unless you’re Atlas — there’s a certain narcissistic aspect to shouldering that kind of responsibility, or at least feel like you could, and should.

Edit: today went by more or less smoothly. No tantrums, no fights, no tears, no havoc. I stayed behind afterwards and wrote up a script for the kids’ theatre performance. I thought I’d let them take a page each with them home over the weekend and illustrate, then I’ll make copies of them so that they get a script each (that’s if that janitor person gets around to fixing the copy machine)

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