I have had an inspection by one of the trustees. It seems I have established myself as a fine teacher notable for my ability to maintain control in my classroom. They do not know at what cost that control comes. When I have to reprimand my students it upsets me something dreadful, but I must do it.
The attendance has been very poor this winter but I think it is on account of the changeable weather because when the day is at all fine I have a good attendance.
It is very cold tonight. I sit by a small stove in the parlour of my boarding house as I write to Nell.
How I hate the cold. My joints ache and I am wearing gloves to hold my pen; even the ink is thick with the cold and I have it as close to the heat as I can manage without setting my paper ablaze.