Not going well

Things are not going well. I think I may have destroyed my entire teaching career and my entire life by doing one (OK, three) very bad things overseas. One, I should not have been drinking with the kids while in Rome. Two, I should not have been lying on the bed talking with two minors (one girl, one boy), and Three, I should not have admitted my feelings about my other "kid" who is 18, to one of the kids, who is 17 and with a big mouth. I'm done for. I just bought a poisonous plant, and if embarrasing things come out about me, I will eat my poisonous plant. I am going to write my will and testament right now, and I'll be throwing away a bunch of my stuff. I'm sure embarrasing things will come out in September, when this "show" airs, and I am sick to my stomach about it. I will not keep my job, which means I will not keep my life. I'm done. It's over. I'm sorry. Goodbye.