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i went to target and bought the exact same desk that i had while i was in grad school. as lame as it sounds, it feels a little bit like i'm back home and that makes me incredibly happy. 32 days and counting. can't wait till i go back to new mexico to see my family again. i almost quit this week because it was so awful at my school. i'm just rolling with the punches and not quitting. i literally have bruises on my arms from having to break up fights or prevent fights from escalating during recess. the way i see it, if my dad could put up with such a shitty job and be so unhappy with it every single day for the past 23 years, i should be able to handle the job i have for two years.