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I”m sick. From stress. I don’t even want to finish. I don’t even care about the grades. I’m not going back to this. I don’t think I want to be a teacher any longer–the kids were the only plus side of all of it and I don’t believe I want …
I was relieved, now I’m sad. I was sure, now unsure. I was unsure, now sure. I have no idea really what is next, only that it isn’t what I thought it was. It feels like a bit of my heart just died.
With three weeks to go, I’m not going to make it. Not nablopomo, my graduate degree. (redacted) I study hours every night, write lesson plans, work on papers for more than 16 hours each weekend. What this tells me is that (redacted) Well then. I don’t know if I have …
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