In 2004, I was a homesick kindergarten teacher in South Korea. After a year of joylessly mopping up toddler sick, I marched into my principal’s office determined to leave. I set out my case to her as clearly as I could, repeatedly underlining the fact that she could never talk me out of it. And then she started crying. I stayed there for another six months in the end, missing another Christmas with my family as a result.
Shit resignations, for The Guardian