My kids are well-behaved. They actually sit there and do their work. When I have a test, they sit silently and work on the test. They’re not perfect, but for the most part my students respect me. I feel confident in my classroom.

I’m not anxious about going to school. I don’t dread it.

I actually enjoy my job and feel somewhat competent at it. There are days when I don’t want to go to work, but those are days that I don’t feel like getting out of bed and being a functional adult at all. Once I’m at school, I’m fine.

My days are more — for lack of a better word — even. When a class doesn’t go quite as well as I’d like, it’s not that big of a deal. I just fix what I can and move on. When a class goes well, I feel contentment.  This year has not been an emotional roller-coaster like last year was. A long day at school is just a long day at school; it’s not the end of the world.

I can’t really enjoy it, though, because I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

What on earth is going on?