The dean informs me that the kids traumatized me worse than I traumatized the kids, which is a relief to me, because I'm pretty traumatized.
Thank fuck for kratom; I don't know how I'd have had the energy to get through Thursday and Friday without it. Teenagers with learning disabilities, low self-esteem, and problems with authority are about as physically and emotionally exhausting as you'd expect. I don't know whether to hug them or whack them with a rolled-up newspaper.
I'm still working out how hard I can come down on the loudmouths without upsetting them. I'm forever haunted by the time I
made Jerkface cry.