My First Letter for you : Hard Day

well....
what should I start with?

Today's Monday. The most difficult day of the week. People have special saying in mu country that "Monday is a hard day". That's really difficult to start working because you finish every weekend and come from work as if the world is going to come to its end tomorrow. So every Monday is a beginning of something. We start to lose weight , give up smoking and start studying for exams. I started to write...
          My day begins at 6 am on Mondays. I get up and see the darkness and feel cold from the outside and the view out of my window makes me feel freezing but I stay calm and go to work.
          It takes me 20 minutes to get to work, but I go out in advance. Cuz I don't like to come when the pupils are crowding near my auditorium.:)
My classroom is very little because in our country children are divided into 3 groups of 8-10 pupils foe English studies. What should I say about my children? Yes they are really mine, Because I feel responsibility about how I influence their minds. This year I study 6,8 and 10 formers. so they are 12, 14 and 16 year olds. They are totally different and I love them all, cuz they teach me even more than I teach them.
        I have 6 lessons without a break. It's hard. At the end the voice get's bad:)
        Than I move to my extra individual lessons. The first lesson I have with a 10 year old girl.
You know, there is a new born baby in their family. And it's also a girl. She looks so sweet. she's just a pure creation in this world. So tiny, so gentle, so sweet. I like looking at her when she sleeps and we have a lesson with her sister. I imagine that one day I'll become a mum myself. I can't wait for this to happen. I'm thinking how a mum of this tiny girl must have felt giving birth to her, how must her father have felt holding his baby for the first time. It must be an uncomparable feeling. Nothing can be better , I guess...
        But I go farther for another lesson with a 12 year old girl. And she has a cat at home. Frankly speaking I'm dreaming to have a cat at home , but my dad is against this idea. I like cats.
         Then I finally reach home nearly at 5 30 pm. I do chores and have a rest. Nothing special.
         But there is one thing I can't cope with..... Sadness, such deep that swallows you and you're already into the dank submission to your troubles. They influence me, they make me a hostage in my own mind......
         Another cold Monday comes to its end... So sad ... and cold... and even hopeless...