I have a lot of problems. Not the least of which is this Algebra 1A class, where ... I don't even know what I WANT to teach. Frustrated beyond belief. Scared. Upset. Frustrated.
I am too easily frustrated, knocked off my feet. Problematic. I can't believe ... I can't believe I've had the opportunity to teach here three semesters in a row, going on four. Today is the first day of the fourth semester. I have PROBLEMS. I like to make mountains out of molehill-problems. Strange. I have a lot going for me. And yet ... very strange.
Panic isn't usually rational. No matter how well things go for me, I often worry about things I can't control.
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