I've got my two worst, feral, classes today, one after the other.
I've not had a free lesson yet this week.
I'm going to have to cover two tutor times and a lesson, due to planned trips. So my nice, unremarkable tutor and lesson 5 are going to be full of bolshie kids who resent that I've been sent in to cover them.
Have to take a detention tonight, with a deeply unpleasant boy, who thinks it is fine to shout at me. But wasn't allowed to leave the detention until after the Easter break.
I've got parents' evening. So after dismissing my detainee, I have 15 mins to get ready for the first in-person evening since 2019. With workshy teenagers who resent being expected to actually do something productive in class.
I'll not get home until both my children are in bed.
I used to love this job. Now, I wake up with a dread for how awful the kids are going to be today.
I so want this day to be over.