a student in my class was complaining that she could get it if class just went a little slower. she was describing it to me and i felt my heart tear.

its the same convo i had with life.

i could get it if you just went a little slower and didn't throw so much at me all at once.

she got the same answer I did. "Sorry, unfortunately this is the pace we must go to get thru all that we must try to teach you in the time we have."

and i felt about as dejected and helpless as she did.

i don't have the tools i need to get the job done. i've just gotten good at pretending i had the tools. it's too late to go back and get the tools and learn to use them. "no makeups for missed work."

i'm beginning to rage inside. everything is a struggle. even writing a post on a blog has become a drain.