And then just as easily it goes wrong – the self-scrutiny intensifies. Do something, move this forward, how when the levels are so disparate? Who is the class for? Always teach to the strongest… are you sure? I teach, but do they learn? It’s floundering – back to chalk and talk til my brain clears. Haul it back by the collar to some kind of productive language lesson? Leave them to negotiate their way through the mess? What’s the third way? There must be a third way. I’m too tired – ten minutes to salvage something – set work for tomorrow. Guilt, regret, deflated. Tomorrow – three whole hours.