Working in corrections can shorten your life by FIFTEEN YEARS. On days like today-well, in a week like this one is sorting itself out to be, that is a blessing. There are some things you just are not meant to know. And you won't be hearing them from me. Enough that I know.
So that is why I need to get out and walk or drift on the tide or sit on the bottom of the pool with my dive gear on---I need to quiet the noise in my head with just some whooshing. I even sleep with a fan on--I have to have the sound of the air and the feel of the air, as well. Otherwise I feel like I am suffocating under a pile of rocks.
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I don;t watch scary movies anymore, since I work in the belly of the beast every day. I don't want anyone else to see what I see when I close my eyes.
3 comments:
I don't care what they pay you. You need a different job. Like a resource teacher or something so that you don't have to be IN the classroom every day. You have the qualifications.
marji's right. Why put yourself through this every day? It's beginning to sound like some kind of torture.
While it's still fascinating to read, it's also very disturbing and makes me worry about you.
Will it be different if you get the language assignment thing?
i reckon I can never claim a worse day after reading that!
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