I seem to be in a stampy feet sort of mood. I don’t wanna go to school next week. I don’t wanna!
I got another rejection letter.
This earching for work lark, considering people keep complaining that this country is short of teachers seems to be harder than I was expecting…in that I thought I might get an interview, just one…please! Before getting rejected.
Career interview tommorow…I need to get out of this place. I need to get out of England. The world is here and its pulling me and sucking me and I need to start running, probably now.
I know, I chose this course. I know, I chose to stay here. I know…its just that I need to go. I need to run away for a bit. A lot.