And so it goes yet again.

The weekend is over and onward to the third week of school. The past few entries might make it seem like I am not fond of my job. I am. I really am. I probably stretched out last weeks lesson but now all my classes have literature to read so things will be changing. The reading will keep them busy. 

I need to come up with some work for students to do and then post up on the outside bulletin board. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. This is probably a second shot at feeling overwhelmed and stressed. My first year teaching was relatively easy. This, my second year, should have been manageable but it is proving otherwise. Blast my AP... condescending bitch. 

All I want to do is teach and discuss literature with the kids but this micromanagement bull is eating me alive. It's a shame if it chases me dogged and away from teaching. Having stress is one thing but being beaten into submission by it is another thing altogether. 

I'm gonna keep grinding my axe (teaching skills) for a long time... hopefully.