Another day, another, what, 5 classes to teach? Maybe if she had a higher budget, she would’ve enjoyed this, enjoyed teaching these… imbeciles. Of course, there were some students she likes. Take the gay, art, music and drama kids, they loved her!

Today, she did some of her regular classes and one with her main class. She was going to have them preform Hamilton… this was hell on earth, wasn’t it? Barely anyone knew their lines and kept messing up.

The terrible budget she got wasn’t helping either. She had to handcraft each and every costume, the lights were shit and so forth. If only she didn’t choose this job and fled to France despite her father’s disapproval… perhaps she would’ve met her lost love!