Somehow I blamed myself for being eager to live alone.
Somehow I blamed myself for not teaching in my mum’s school.
Yeah, it’s gonna be monotonous coz I know the school very well..but this is WORST!
I’d rather teaching with mum than losing my passion in teaching.
I’ve try (so hard) to love everything about this school but I can’t.
I keep losing myself there.
I don’t know how to teach.
I don’t know how to make my lessons interesting.
I hate the subjects I’m teaching.
And I hate it all.