working on sunday isn’t much of the burden to me. i’m glad to get out of the house. saturday, that’s another story. it feels that my energy is all drained out all week. come saturday, i just die. can’t even lift a finger.
teaching extra class exposes me to a melodrama in the world. first is a student who is so out of tune of the real world, aka socially ignorant. then today, i get to meet the mother wears prada.
rich people are annoying in that they presume people are at their disposal. that i teach her son doesn’t make me her staff. i’m a teacher, a respectable and honorable profession. keep that in mind, bitch.