It is the end of my first week of teaching and I am alive. I think.
I've had three of my colleagues tell me my kids don't listen to me because I'm not black. Well. There is nothing I can do about that. I don't even tan. I have to find another way.
I don't know why I thought I could do this. I think my application and decision to do TFA was done in a five-month fit of arrogance.
Update: still can't stand my stomach. Yep. That's no changing anytime soon.