Sometimes I wonder... Whether my desire to teach surpasses my patience in handling a difficult child.
Although I'm not eloquent, I see myself as a very patient teacher. But pupils, especially those I taught today, are exceptionally badly behaved. And yes, the word is exceptionally.
One particular boy calls me names and today he called me a maid when I offered to help him to throw his spoilt stationary.
Full stop. Any complains from the unreasonable parents or any crap that triggers my bad emotions. I'm tendering.
A job is a job... It shouldn't be hurting my health and my emotional well being.
Bond or no bond, my health is my top priority.
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