At some point, constant conflict starts draining the life out of you.

I honestly thought this principal would be different.
But man, I was wrong.

I needed some time to process everything that was said during the meeting before writing about it. My thoughts were everywhere afterward, and honestly, I still feel mentally exhausted.

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So here’s the shorter version in list form.

● They asked deeply personal questions about my health, ADHD, medication, and mental health history.

● Somehow the conversation drifted into photography, animals, zoos, and career choices, which honestly felt completely irrelevant to the actual issue.

● Neither the principal nor the other person in the meeting seemed to believe me.

● The person supporting me had to step in multiple times because they kept shifting the blame onto me.

● It felt like they had already decided the outcome before the meeting even started.

● They suggested I should talk to the school nurse instead.

● They claimed I was wrong about the laws I had spent hours researching and writing down the night before.

● The most frustrating part? They didn’t even seem familiar with some of the school laws themselves.

At some point, you stop fighting to be understood and start wondering if the fight is even worth it anymore.

That’s honestly where my head is right now.

This entire situation has drained me mentally.

The constant conflicts.
Defending myself.
The feeling of never being heard.
Trying over and over again to explain that I’m being falsely accused of things I haven’t done.

I’ve completely lost the spark I once had for this education.

And that hurts, because I truly wanted this.

I had already finished nine months.
Only five months were left.

But because of everything happening now, I’m failing two classes and apparently won’t even get the opportunity to fix them.

The education itself might not even return next year either, and without a new internship placement, I wouldn’t be able to continue anyway.

I dreamed about becoming a preschool teacher for a long time.

This education was supposed to be one step closer to that dream.

Now?
I honestly don’t know anymore.

Part of me is starting to wonder if dropping out would hurt less than constantly fighting to stay.

I didn’t realize how mentally exhausting this would become.