I just stood there this morning, my hands shaking so bad during assembly, trying to tell myself it’s just the usual caffeine jitters but I know it’s not, it's never enough coffee anymore, not with all these kids in the classroom and I just keep telling myself I'm almost out, almost done, but then I look at their little faces and it hits me that I’ve let things slide— not just the curriculum stuff, but like, everything—and I wonder what kind of teacher they’ll remember, or if they’ll remember me at all, which is probably for the best honestly.