Sheer exhaustion.
I want to break down and cry. Not out of sadness. But out of sheer exhaution.
Conference day is the hardest day of the year for a teacher. You have 9 non-stop hours of you: you-talking, you- listening to you own voice, you- answering questions, you- smiling... the smiling is the worst. My whole face feel as if its going to crack open and fall off. I am writing this entry with my mouth open as wide as possible... stretching. I imagine I look a bit like a fish. Open. Shut. Open. Shut. Wiggle. Open. Wiggle. Shut.
My brain is ready to turn off.
I think I will let it.
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