I have so much to do, and so little time to do it all.
Tomorrow all of my report cards are due, with comments for each student on each subject. Bang. head. on. wall.
Tomorrow night I sing jazz for the first time ever, which should be exciting. Instead I'm just kind of a nervous wreck. I'm hoping that I'll have some time to practice today - maybe during one of my many breaks from writing reports.
I'm just tired of being depressed - things I enjoy are tedious, things I abhor are nearly impossible to tackle.
It'll be okay - it always is. This always happens at the end of the semester, and I always make it through despite myself. But I would really rather breeze through it for a change.
Maybe next year.
Tomorrow all of my report cards are due, with comments for each student on each subject. Bang. head. on. wall.
Tomorrow night I sing jazz for the first time ever, which should be exciting. Instead I'm just kind of a nervous wreck. I'm hoping that I'll have some time to practice today - maybe during one of my many breaks from writing reports.
I'm just tired of being depressed - things I enjoy are tedious, things I abhor are nearly impossible to tackle.
It'll be okay - it always is. This always happens at the end of the semester, and I always make it through despite myself. But I would really rather breeze through it for a change.
Maybe next year.