Sometimes I think - for a hermit - teaching is the wrong profession for me. I mean I like teaching. I like being creative. I like not being in an office. I like making students say 'comfortable' and 'th' but it is exhausting for someone with a reclusive gene such as mine.
But then I remind myself that my real, true-heart profession is to write anyway but until and unless I find the means to make this happen I must continue with the Joanna Show week after week.
It could be worse though...it could be a lot worse.