sitting here waiting for my students to come in… i’m as uncomfortable as I ever remember feeling. i’m sure it’s been worse and i’m sure it will be worse. i can’t walk out. i can’t quit. i don’t have a choice but to figure out how to do this. jesus i don’t know how i do this sometimes. or, why. i want to quit. what do i do with them now? what if they figure it all out? what if they know i can’t handle this right now? who am i really fooling?