Day 2, Part My Head Hurts

Woke up, got out of bed, felt like my head was going to explode. I have a temperature and my tonsils are all swollen, red and white. Gross. I took a bucket bath to try to get myself moving, walked to school at noon, and discovered that I'd forgotten all my lesson materials at home.

When I walked into the school, I was greeted by a massive, gorgeous display of photographs of "Our Teachers" on the giant new bulletin board on the first floor. Everyone had a picture up. But not me. Hm.

Went upstairs, and the posterboard I'd created to make English announcements was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there are a ton of pretty Ukrainian posters hanging all over the walls. I found my poster taped to itself in a little roll in the teacher's room. Feeling less and less important. Does anyone care that I'm at this school trying to do something positive? Do they even consider me to be a teacher? Why am I here?

Then the teacher who was supposed to bring the teacher's book for my lesson didn't bring it and I had to ad-lib it with a pounding head, ringing in my ears, and the inability to swallow - both my tears of frustration and my poor throat. Needless to say, I was fed up and went straight home after lessons, stopping only to swing by the apteka (pharmacy) for some fancy throat spray, to nurse myself with the aforementioned throat spray and cheesy scrambled eggs. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better, but today is a gigantic, ugly write-off.

Uck.