Wendesdays are so awkward. They're too late in the week to complain about the weekend being over, but too early in the week to start anticipating the weekend to come. I often find myself floundering on Wednesdays, like a ship with no wind in its sails.
I woke up at 6 this morning. To any normal non-masochist, that might seem early, but it's actually the time I need to be leaving the house, not getting out of bed. Somehow I made it to work (mostly) on time. I missed formation, but them's the breaks.
I'm still not sure about this Summerlin thing. I wonder if I'm doing a good job with this new group. Everything at Summerlin is so different than what I'm used to. One of the arguments Brian always used to make was that I should teach there because in addition to my challenging the students, the students would challenge me. I laughingly told him that I wasn't sure I wanted to teach students who might be smarter than me...but I'm not really laughing now. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, like I'm a really bad teacher and I could get away with that before because none of the students knew any better, but here I'm going to be revealed as a fraud. Intellectually, I know that's not true, but still....I worry. Sometimes I think I'm a much better teacher in theory than I am in practice.
It makes me tired.
So I'm going to bed.
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