I feel like an ever growing pit of anger, my mind never satisfied with the amount of the toxic emotion it can fit into there.

I turn over on my side, more aggressively than a sleeping person would have. Why? Why is it that all this happens to ME? I have to be the one to deal with the worst class on the school, I have to be the one parents call up, yelling and cursing at me the whole way through, and I even have to step in to take care of some of the less capable teachers’ jobs! Who are they to think this is some institution where you can sit back watch the chaotic circus of classes unfold in brutal action? Who even hired them anyway?? Oh that’s right; the idiotic board that runs the school, the same one that decided to cut funding for the teachers in order to get a better building. It’s no coincidence that half of them now have brand new luxury cars or mansions???? I huff, punching my pillow in lieu of an actual punching bag.

A few minutes later, my heart is still racing, but I’m starting to calm down, and I realize that as harsh as it is life isn’t always fair. Besides I’ve gotten offered a potential position next year anyway in a respected school across town, so I’ll just stick it out. I roll over on my side and fall into a peaceful slumber.