I have been beaten down, lifted up, accused, exonerated, stripped of my confidence in YOU and then given it back.
After the "verdict" came in on Friday, I was in shock. Part of me wanted to whoop with joy, but another part of me is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, as it has time and time and TIME again. But I guess I will enjoy it as long as I can, considering the other "party" hasn't been made aware of the "verdict." I wish I were there to see the looks on their faces - wouldn't it be absolutely glorious? Then I would pull out my most immature move in the book - most likely something like putting my thumbs to my temples, fingers outspread and saying, "Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa!" But I guess I'll just do that in my head...and most likely every day that I've been stripped of the confidence I'm supposed to have in myself.
Because of all this, I'm still confused about LIFE in general. Is this truly what I'm supposed to be doing? How many teachers come back from this? Will I be able to? Where is my motivation? When I go to school tomorrow, will I be more confident in myself? Will this motivate me to be more willing to learn? Less willing to give in to the temptation to run and hide?
And most importantly, what will I do if I don't do this?
