Tearing out my hair, staring at a screen as I sit in a chair all afternoon, clicking here and there....and did I mention my nightmares? Every night I awake in a sweat, all het up over things I don't get: a former student screams in my face but I simply can't place her name or claim to attention, and a colleague smirks and exposes my quirks in sarcasm aimed toward humiliation.
Time to go home. I've been here too long. Stop me before I start crooning that "Friday" song!