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As I sit at the bus stop twiddling my thumbs and watching the cold carry my breath into the air during the 20 minutes between busses, I can't help but think "Why do I do this to myself? Let someone else be scheduled for the early morning classes. It'll get covered. I shouldn't be signing up for presentations yet. I am still behind on my project and have a test later today."
Then I have to remind myself I do this because I love it. Sure, there is some money. It is only a couple hours a day, but the pay is decent. But really, as frustrating, heart sickening, and tiring this can be, I love doing it. And I work with some wonderful people who never cease to amaze me in their handling of difficult, even scary, kids.
But I can't help wishing I were still in bed. This eratic schedule is wearing on me. Up till 5am one night, up at 6am the next.

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In the comments on the evaluation from one of the students -

"I learned that some people blame themselves for being raped and they need to stop blaming themselves because it's not their fault, like me"

:(