waves from the grave

I feel like shit.

Went to work yesterday and had to retire at luch.

Today my normal scheudle was until 13:00, I barely did it.

I'm going to beg for a long license tomorrow, my classes could go to hell. My totally illetary phisical education students could die in their self induce ignorance. They could continue thinking "why to bother with reading" and "Wich is the diference between reading and watching a movie?"

They will be denied the light of my knowledge ;)

Every inch of me hurts. I want my bed.

AND



The washingmachine is out of order.


Yeaaai!. I love my life.

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Today while I was leaving from work a student aproach me.

She has very strong sucidal ideas, and was (IMO) through a maniac fase.

Being chilean she was in the: I don't want any drugs, I am strong and I can deal with this alone. I'm ok, all the world is wrong

What is it with Chileans and their tottally refuse to understand what antidepressant does?

I make her promise she will take her pills and then talk about it with a therapist on monday. And while she talk my only thought was: Gosh, I want my bed