my practicum anecdote

practicum is tiring.

n i gave up crying because it's tiring too.

nothing surprises me anymore.

i've seen all kinds of students.

those who are really nice.

those who hate me.

those who are obedient.

those who talked back at me.

those who fight before my eyes.

those who have no respect at all.

those who purposely challenge me.

those who can actually be changed.

those who hit my face and apologized.

they fight everyday.
they beat each other all the time.
boys and girls alike.
they play with pieces of woods and sharp objects.

even if they hate me.
or give me death glares all the time.
i couldn't care less.

it would be over anyway one day.
even if it's not going to be soon.
but it will be over.

and i will leave them.

till then, just go through with it.

in a way, it's good. i become a stronger person.but with less humanity .