I was having a laong and boring dream, and then I suddenly woke up.

It was seven a.m, I was told we would start tomeet to go on the business trip at ten to eight.

When I finished all themy routines, the director was ten minutes late.

The road to our destination was rebuildingunder construction, so it becamewas on e-way only for many parts of it.

We haved to wait for a few times.

The distance was about 30 km, which usually it just takes us 40 minutes to there, but we spent, but it took us 75 muniinutes today because of all the construction.

Every time when the car stopped, I felt like puking.

WhenAs I was eating breadkfast, the headmaster put her hand on my shoulder and invited me to visittour the campus.

It was sunny and hot, I had to use my umbrella to prevent us from the sunlightgive us some shade.

The school was much bigger than mine, and its wasperhaps even triple of minthe size.

But iIts canteen was, however, was still just as big as mine, so the students had to eat in batches.

To keep the peace, the teachers and security guards needed to work in extra overtime.

So the teachers there were much busier than at my school.

Regardless, she did quite well, and so did the students.

However, It seemedfelt more like a show than an actual class.

My director said that there was a budget of thefor public teaching lessons, and that someone had to take in chargeover leadership of the program.

I won't pester you for too many answers, then.

(I think it is quite hard for foreigners to understand this. B, but I don't dare to explain it. Sorry. )

ThenNext, there was a subject seminar.

I thought we were all wasting our time, because what we were talking about was all bullshit.

It was beureaucratismcy, but I had to standit through it.

I was starving and wantneeded to go to the toiletbathroom.

Nevertheless, bad things never come alone.

Can't really think of an equivalent English phrase at the moment.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ate a little bread quietly.

I knew it was embarrasseding, but I thought getting a stomachache was worse.

She had changed jobs a few jobs and determintimes, and had only decided to become a teacher last year.

She asked me why I didn't take the exam to be a national teacher which wasteacher at a public school, as those jobs were more stable than any other jobs.

I assume national teacher = your salary is paid by the state.

NAt nearly at 1 p.m, we finally had lunch.

We finished quickly and went back to our school in a hurry.

Unfortunately, we also spent a long time on the waybus, which made me feel like puking again.

When I wasgot back, I felt exhausted.

But II still wanted to have the class though, because the teaching progress of the students in my class was slower than that of Class 4's.

However, I felt very sick when I was teaching.

My eyes drowned in tears unconsciously for a few timesI teared up a few times without noticing, and what's worse was that I couldn't stop it.

The class was very quiet today, butand they didn't ask anything questions.

Things like theses kind of stuff had never happened before.

Even when I finished the class and sat in office, itmy nausea continued.

I spent about 160 minutes on the way, 160 minutes on the meetings, 45 minutes on the classnearly three hours each way to the other school, and 45 minutes teaching.

And I didn't sleep at noon as I usually dido.

Connect to previous sentence.

It was really was a bad day.

I hate having any meetings.

But I can't escape any of them now.