I don’t remember being THIS resentful of going to work.
I thought some posts ago that I already was dragging my feet to work, but I guess the proximity of summer is making things more unbearable than usual.
Does this mean I hate my work?
Oh but that’s silly!
Because these have been my thoughts the past few months, I am now entertaining the idea that maybe I wasn’t meant to teach in a classroom forever and that it is now time for me to–pardon the cliche–spread my wings. It doesn’t help that my friends back in San Juan have been talking about resigning and moving on to different careers, some of them completely different from teaching.
I can’t wait to figure out what it is that has been bugging me so much lately that I can’t focus on work.