The bell rang and the horror was over! This is exactly how I would end my last reflective diary, because I ended my practice with it. Not that it was so awful, but it was a spring, really. I ended the last week of my practice with two taught English lessons, with the first grade being ninth graders, when I cried to a boy during my first act. Fortunately, history did not repeat itself this time.
Not that it was so awful, but it was a spring, really.