I seriously want to kill myself right now, just buy a gun and blow my head off. School starts on Monday, and my room is no where close to being set up. There are no desks, everything is rusted and ghetto looking, The electricity doesn't work, it's sweltering and the air conditioner doesn't work because there's no electricity, It's upstairs and there's no elevator so I'm totally fucked on bad stump days, We're expecting 35 kids in a class and there's not even room for twenty in this room. At least I have curriculum lined up perfectly. Yeesh.

I am going to cry. My coworkers are all over my back, even the ones I got along with last year. There's some kind of conspiracy to be on my ass and make sure I get the shittiest of everything. Our step increases have been forzen because of the economy. I'm up to my ancestors in debt. I can't find happiness or pleasure in anything. On top of all that, you guys won't even read this.