No, I know better, I do. There were all those positive reviews, and in my conscious, rational mind, I know I did a good, possibly great, job last quarter. But the fact remains that I had a series of anxiety dreams about school last night. Sigh. You always know, as a teacher, that you could have done better. The job is infinitely expandable -- it'll take all the hours you can pour into it, and ask for more. So you always have to balance what is a reasonable amount to do a good job teaching your students what they need to know, against your need to maintain your own sanity, take care of your children, write your novel.
God, I am so tired. I want to be asleep, but it is just too hard to go upstairs. I'll sit her and watch Jon Stewart instead. Long day.