Do I hold a grudge against the people that pushed me into my hole of depression?
The one that kicked me out of her classroom because she didn’t want to do the work of a cooperating teacher?
The one who kicked me out of the program because she didn’t want to deal with the situation? Because they’re literally that desperate for cooperating teachers?
You better believe it! I’ll never forgive them. They didn’t even give me a chance.
Does that mean that I’m always moping about that? Does that mean that they’re the things I think about when I’m upset?
Psh, no way. I have other things to worry about.