Writing this in haste. I'm still alive and somewhat well, but I have less and less freetime. The teaching practice teacher is a stupid, mean cow, and I'd murder her with a big, blunt object as soon as I wouldn't get years in prison for that.
The kids are cute, but it's just not my time to teach. I still have to sit at the back of the class and listen. And suffer to be criticized. I just don't get it... How would I know, how reformed church schools deal with things when I in all my teaching practice classes at thew uni and over all at the uni never encountered such a problem. And I just asked her how to deal with it, damnit. What did she say? That I should know because I'm not stupid. Well, I'm not a fucking mind reader either. I'll tell that the first chance I get.
Guess this is for now. I'm too tired to be nice, to make sense and be witty.
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