That is NOT what I expected...

So class sucked. I think that all of my students hate me. And I would be fine with that but I had to get mad at them today for not doing their reading. I know that I should expect that from some but in a class of 27 and only one read, well I am not about to accept that. So we had required reading time and homework. I hate yelling at them. I makes me feel like I am a bad teacher. I know that I could stand to put a little more work into my lesson, but at the same time there should be give and take. They are paying for the class. I dont really get paid enough to even think of this as a paid position. I just am frustrated, and sad, and tired, and hurt, and want to go home and curl up with Jezi-Bell and cry until I fall asleep and then wake up only to realize that I am days behind in everything. I guess that means that I can no longer spend my weekends in the cities, or picking apples, or living a semi-normal college life. Ugh, I just want my mom to make me chicken noodle soup and watch sappy movies with me. Only like 26 hours until I am on my way home. I am so excited that I want to cry... or is that the frustration with everything? I am not sure but either way. I need to make the 18 block hike to my car only to then wait around somewhere grading papers waiting for my coaching appointment. Ugh, Tuesday.