The Crank

My 2nd night in a row coming home after 10 pm from the compound. This is nonsense.

My anxiety and paranoia erupted this morning as I began a day of work sessions with different grade levels, organizing common assessments for next year. I basically refused to speak to anyone and simply stared at them when they tried to make small talk. If they asked if they could help me, I said curtly, "No." I wanted everyone to know that I can dish it out as well as take it. I pulled myself together when I snapped at someone who asked a question, responding with a terse, "How many flipping times do I have to say this?"

I thought that might be crossing a line so I started acting more jovial. By the end of the school day, I was fine. And now I'm ready to call it a day.