Ended up spending my whole weekend marking assignments again. Sad. I thought I could finish all by this morning. Underestimation.

I really really need a break.

I think I have no life since the start of the term, and I seriously wonder if I have entered the right profession. Not that I have time to go out often when I was a student, but more importantly, I really enjoyed what I was doing back then. I didn't mind spending afternoons and nights on my math tutorials and research. Much on the contrary, I really enjoyed myself back then.

Now, countless minutes and hours are spent marking. The work is so trivial and I can sense that my brain cells have been hibernating for a long time. Though trivial, they are time consuming, and I am left with extremely little time for myself to do something I enjoy doing.

Sad, isn't it? Of course, the happiest moments in the day is when I'm back home for dinner and when I realize my students appreciated my lessons and me as a teacher. I think life as a teacher will become so meaningless if students have great dislike for me and my lessons.

I have this guilt of turning my teacher down. At times when I'm suffocating under the piles of assignments and feeling somewhat cheated, I really wonder if I've made the wrong choice.