5 minutes
Five minutes until the bus comes to pick me up for 10 hours worth of work, in which I'll only get paid for 8. There are knots in my stomach today for some reason. I hope the feeling is not forboding anything. Maybe it's because I intend to spend $5,000 on a car today. Or perhaps it is because I'm terrified of having to restrain another poor kid at work. It makes me feel awful when I have to justify pinning a child to the ground, or strap them to a bed in the guise of self preservation. If I choose to go into the field of psychology, I believe that I will not work in a place like this again if I can avoid it. Perhaps a school counselor...