One of those weeks

The worst feeling is spending an hour trying to improvise and improve upon a lesson plan failure - fighting those blank stares. I wasn't sure if they wanted to cry or laugh at me...either would have been better than blankness. I was under the illusion that I was a more powerful, effective, and likable teacher this time around. But the newbies' enthusiasm is beginning to taper off, revealing that I am in fact not spontaneously better this semester - still the same desperate, procrastinating, speed talker who will have to deal with those blank stares. And it's only Wednesday...