76 days left...

Still too many, if you ask me. I had to step in for another colleague today, in a geography lesson in another of the 7th-term classes and I realized that I'm just not up to this sort of thing anymore. Snotty, idiotic, disrespectful teenagers are just too much for me. I'm getting on pretty well with the 5th and 6th classes in the afternoon but teenage hormones are too much of a challenge.

76 days, I kept repeating. 76 days. 76 too many, to be honest.

It is really getting to me. I'm easily distracted, irritated and forgetful. As my colleague says (she's about to retire a month earlier than I), it is a shame to want getting older more quickly, just to be rid of the job. But right now, I can't wait, to be honest.

Sorry for whining. I'm just not myself right now. I miss writing, which I'm not capable of doing while so brain-dead, and I miss crap telly that helped me relax, even if I didn't really pay any attention to it. Well, there is a lot of crap on the telly all the time; just not the sort of crap that I'd find relaxing.

Okay, shutting up now.