at some point today i transferred from being happy-go-lucky teacher to fire-breathing viola swamp evilness. looking back at the day i can't figure out at which point it happened. but by the end of the day i was done. when i thought about running my car into the car in front of me on the way home i knew i was having trouble. there's something about being 100% patient while working with a child who is just not getting what you're teaching that sucks all of your patience out of you. i never once felt frustrated with the child, but immediately felt frustrated with everything else in life, from my shoes, the door, my car, etc.
so, off to the gym so that i don't explode with frustration.
Good for you for being able to stay patient with the student. That can require superhuman strength.
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