Postscript

This is a postscript to the last journal entry in the previous blog entry (the cranky/depressed/stressed/emotional blog--you will know it when you see it).

I feel better. Not great, but better. I no longer feel like going to the airport RIGHT NOW and taking the first plane back to the US. (I just thought I should mention that, in case anyone was too worried about me).

I've told myself that I will stay until the end of January (or when I need to move out of my apartment, which is around the 20th of January) and see how I feel then. But I honestly feel that, if I can just get through the next two weeks, I will be okay. It just seems like, with teaching, there is such a long period of making mistakes and doing things wrong and having things completely fall apart--no matter how much school you have had, it doesn't really seem to change this period of learning (learning by screwing up, that is). SO I know I need to give myself some time to try and work through this initial period, instead of giving up right away (soooooo tempting, I am not going to lie about this. Pole dancing as a career path is looking better and better...). BUT. Damnit, I am going to get through this--or at least as much as I can for as long as I can. And I am going to make it get better--just because that is the type of person I am.

SO, I was going to write something else, but I've completely forgotten what it was.

Ha! I went to write the word salary on the whiteboard this morning for a class and realized I was not completely sure how to spell it, so I just wrote "how much a person makes." Crappy erratic English spelling.