Stress

I feel like I just got the shit kicked out of me.

I got back from my trip at 2:40; trip, overall, was very good. 

While on the bus in the parking lot, I saw the parent of M; M usually has afterschool until 5 or 6, so seeing 'mom' was not a good thing.  I got off the bus, left my suitcase and stuff behind, and ran in.

Inside, I see a little boy laying on a beanbag.  I think it is An.  Then, An walks up to me to show me a picture he's been making, so clearly that's not him.  Who is he? 
Oh, just my new student.  J, but since I already have a J, I'll call him NJ for New J.  Know nothing about him except that he's been here since Tuesday.

How is J doing, btw?  Got written up on the bus again.

And then, at about 2:55, Li comes flying back into the room, livid.  Someone laughed at him and he attacked him in the 2nd grade room, and then Cathy L restrained him to get him out, and he and Kathleen flew back here and he proceeded to kick her, throw things/at me, destroy 2 timers, take everything out of my cabinets, stomp on them, flipped 5 chairs, told me he hated me, threatened the lives of his classmates, and spit. 

Oh, and I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon to officially get T as a student.  HOLY FUCK.

I am leaving this because seeing it in writing is making me start to bawl again.  I am never taking a trip again.  I am never doing ANYTHING again.