There's nothing like a bad class or two that'll make you feel like you're the worst teacher ever. I know I bitch about this all the time, but man...seriously, it sucks. I can't tell if it's because I really don't like teaching or I'm a bad teacher or I'm just having a rough year. I sit in my office and daydream about food. No, not like a pregnant woman, but I think about cooking and baking. I think about how much happier I would be if I was doing that at that moment, instead of being at school. How great would it be to cook or bake all day? Half of me is saying, "Get off your ass and just do it...what the hell are you waiting for?" And the other half is saying, "God led you down this path for a reason. What you're doing is noble. You'll be better with experience." I'm not sure which to listen to. I don't want to regret not doing something. Who wants to live a life of regrets, right? And I think this would be a pretty big one.