Today is going to be one of those days. I feel it. Maybe I missed a couple of days of my antidepressant, but I feel like any little thing is going to reduce me to tears. I hate this feeling. I want to get the carpet cleaned or replaced, but I don't know what kind of resistance I'll get from Mom and Rick. I know this is weighing heavy on Jennifer's mind as well.
Some eighth grade students are going to a meeting regarding attending South High School next year. I just realized that Jamieanne is already in High School. I probably shouldn't keep going because I feel the depression coming. I'll come back later and try to explain. I have a room full of students and teachers and I don't particularly want to start crying in front of them.
-Mr. Wilkerson
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