F is for Frustrated.


(Oh, what a perfect letter for the occasion.)

This week is not going well. I’m feeling really tired and keep wanting to drop off to sleep but I can’t because I have things to do and I really don’t want to prolong this. I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights either, which just increases the exhaustion.

The new term has started so my workload has just quadrupled. And though I’m teaching more 16 hours a week, I can’t claim OT because it’s not yet 20 hours. (8am classes three days a week, and each of those is followed almost immediately by another class which means I can’t really rest until after 12 or 2. Not fun. I dislike 8am classes heartily – so do the students – but I can’t do anything about that.)

Some of the students look to be unruly and/or apathetic. Not good.

Timetable had to be altered because for some reason the English department made some changes in their timetable and so we have to accommodate them. (What, said one of my colleagues, is the point of giving the students English classes every term when there is no visible improvement at all in their standard of English? True. All it seems to do is prevent us from scheduling afternoon classes and provide the students with excuses to request extensions on assignment deadlines.)

The weather has turned to “burning hot” again. I wonder if that’s partly contributing to the exhaustion.

There was a lizard in my room last night, which gave me a bit of a horrid shock when I noticed on the wall, less than 3 feet away from my face. Then it ran off and hid somewhere before I could suffocate it with insect spray so I was on edge the whole night. And then I nearly stepped on it when leaving my room in the morning. Another bad fright.

Also, I haven’t the faintest idea how to fill in the stupid income tax forms.

Frus. Very much so.



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