some days behind me

A return to the work was a nightmare. I coulnd't get used to the fact that I cannot do what I really need or want at a particular moment. I cannot stand the noise, dust, constant chaos. Probably, I am getting old because I cannot help the feeling that most of the children who have just come, are more rude, annoying and silly, more childlish, too, behaving like 3 year-olds, whereas they are 13. Completely don't know how to speak to strangers, no consciousness of limits. They get my nerves, as to make me feel that in a moment I would say "shut the fuck up or I'll kill you!" I am tired of 13s, maybe that's time to change the goal group, to have something to do with older youth. However, my friends are used to saying that I am an angel, full of patience and understanding. No one would stand those little bustards.
However, there is a bright site - I start later than for last 5 years. That doesn't mean, of course, that I can sleep longer or such. My dog is a perfect alarm clock - each day at 7.00, including weekends (f.....k!). I shoulndn't mention that fact because I work 7 days a week which is the most stupid idea of mine. It doesn't suit me but it is convenient for my students.
What to do? Life is a choice. Unfortunately, sometimes just virtual. Eat or not to eat? The ministry of finance hasn't already signed the salary rises for teachers. Election suiside. Or maybe I am wrong? It would be a suicide if I lived somewhere else. EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE HERE.