I mean, not that I am underconfident, but that I am not competent. I don’t want to put myself through it again, and I don’t want to pick myself up off the floor again if I fail. I would still have two more lessons to teach that day, and 5 more weeks to get through. I find it all very hard.
This is half-term, and I feel quite bad. I can’t sleep at night and I feel quite lonely, but in a way I like being lonely, I don’t mind it from a creative point of view. I feel morally inferior to Ashley who is always so active and engaged with things. Arranging the regatta, for example. I feel I should be meeting friends and stuff. What friends? Have I lost them, and if so, how?
Anyway, I told Ashley that I didn’t want to do the teachng observation and he was angry, and I told him I thought I would maybe get some more Citalopram to make me more cheerful and communicative. I miss it: or rather, I miss the ability to talk to people without hating myself. Yes; I need it.
I think I will phone Julie today and see what she says. Maybe if I get some more Citalopram I’ll feel better and be able to do the teaching observation in a few weeks time.
Usually I don’t go to pieces in the holidays. However, I have other things to do which are on my mind, like my Schemes of Work. I did one yesterday, but need to add differentiation strategies to it (entirely fictional I am sorry to say). I think if I just taught one level that would be OK, teaching 3 is so hard. I don’t understand why we can’t just specialise in one level. Anyway, I’ve got 2 more to do, and it’s the L1 one that puts shivers down my spine. That class has given me nightmares all year.
My colleagues are great, e.g. Sue Meldrum and Sue Pattison, very very strong and supportive, but at the mo I feel like a pale shadow beside them.