Hormonal kids, why do you even exist?

Three more sessions and I'm done with them. They had totally almost pushed my limits last night. I just can't seem to move on. I almost cried with anger and frustration at that time. I really felt I needed to. A day after, I still feel I just have to.

There are good days but it' mostly bad. I try to understand these hormonal kids as I've been there myself not so long ago. I've had my antics when I was in high school. I remember a couple as freshman when I had my earphones glued on ear, hidden with my long hair during class. Another one when I kept on reading a rented book during a Social Studies class. The teacher confiscated the book and it took me weeks to get it back through her nephew who luckily was also my classmate. I had to pay a little bit more overdue penalty on that one. Learned my lesson though.

There was also another teacher at that time who was our first period teacher who really took a bit from us. We were such the rebels and I don't know exactly what we did but that teacher walked out on us a couple of times. He was actually a nice teacher, adorable looking, and a softie like me as I realized lately. I felt bad that he had to suffer that from us.

I've had a few brushes here and there but nothing worse than that book. Yes, I've been scolded for not paying attention in English, Social Studies, and Science classes. Those I remember vaguely...my attention span can be pretty short sometimes and some teacher can just be quite annoying. They just drone on and it's just so easy to tune out that I forget that I sometimes end up doing something else to keep myself occupied.

I have to get back into that feeling to better understand these teens. The language problem is another one but hey, that's why I'm there. It's time to move on to prepare for the next three remaining sessions. But I will have at least one Korean assistant teacher in the room next time.

This is a job I signed up for until this month. If I continue coming home with a heavy heart and a bag of frustration that I need to be alone in the car to chill before heading home, I don't see the point of extending it. It can be detrimental to my health and quality of life to be feeling like this every week. I know it's not always be a great class all the time but at least it should not feel like a wreck every week.
This will be the last adolescent class I'll sign up for unless I'm am assured that they will be decent kids. And it should be at a good price to say the least. It just adds to injury that you get the worst kids and not paid on your own figure. I'll be happy to a job that doesn't pay well as long as I like it. If it's going south, no thank you.

Three more sessions to go! Counting!