Four days ago, I did what every teacher dread of doing in the class. I had a breakdown. I tried my best not to, but I could'nt help it. My emotion's that strong that my will to refuse from crashing failed me. My students have reached the limit of my patience and so I've said words and did things that were not supposed to be uttered and done in a classroom... And I was guilty but I want to keep my pride... So after a long time, I again started hating students... And it didn't feel good especially that they belong to my favorite class.

I really thought this would never last. I was even imagining the worst scenarios in this remaining days of the school year. I would prepare for my daily revenge and they would plot things against me - a day-to-day struggle until graduation. Fortunately, it won't be like that for the rest of the days for they have asked for forgiveness already... and so did I. SORRY was the magic word to forget that nightmare...I'm really happy. I just hope things will get better.