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10:37 p.m. - Thursday, Nov. 11, 2004 I am ok, really! Up and down, as life is. They tell you that this training year is hard, but really, you have no idea. It is INTENSE with a capital I (and a capital NTENSE). I have been in school all this week. And last week. I work with a Year 2 class (they're six and seven, possibly equivalent to 1st grade??). I love them, and I never thought I could work with littlies. It is my last day tomorrow, I have spent four weeks total with these little people and I will miss them endlessly. They kick arse!! Tell me this when they are playing football with somebody's shoe, please... It is seriously exhausting though. Teaching is some job. I am desperate for my lovely Alice to update %%diary_alicesbaby%%. Logic says she must be fine, although not, probably, ideal. I love her very much though, and she is always on my mind. Ali, I wish this could somehow reach you to let you know I'm thinking of you so much...ooh, prayer! Now there's a novel idea! I am off to fall into bed. As well as teaching my own angels tomorrow, I've got a year 5 class to cover too. Secretly, I'm very excited. I am such a yo-yo! An entry this time two days ago would have been suicidal...
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