Today is my first day back at work in seventeen days.
The last time I was in my classroom, my husband walked in and gave me the dreadful news that changed my life forever; my father had passed away that morning.
I'm terrified of going back to work. I'm afraid I'll break down. I'm afraid that some of my students (certainly not all of them) will eat me alive, knowing I'm in a vulnerable state. I'm scared that I won't be able to look anyone in the eye without bawling my eyes out.
I am not looking forward to today at all. So, I'm going to fake it as best as I can. And I'm going to go home completely exhausted from it all.