Doing my best...

to not feel sorry for myself.

As I am at home for lunch while my cooperating teacher is out to eat with some of her department. She told me to take an hour.

I wonder if I am cut out for anything in the real world. The clique-ey ness never goes away, we don't grow out of it, and this feeling of never being good enough or up-to-par enough hasn't gotten any smaller in my life.
Besides the fact that I feel completely incompetent and unable to write/teach for shit.

I had to write out my goals for this first week, and one of them was going to be "not to cry." Already didn't meet that one.