It's only February.

One of my students' parents was deported last year, so he'd been living with his older sister. Today I found out he has moved back to Mexico. I feel bad for his situation, but also glad that I don't have to deal with his bad attitude anymore. I'm starting really hate this job. It's like babysitting, but worse because I'm trying to teach. I spend so much time arguing with just a couple of bad apples, and the other students sit there, bored. I can't do many creative things because it would be too hard to manage them. I need to GET OUT OF HERE. They're driving me crazy.