But how was I supposed to know where they were? And why didn't the teacher, who took the sevens out of nowhere, communicate with me? Maybe she considered me their classmate. . . hard to say. . . It turned out well, but I still felt that I had failed and I am an incompetent teacher. How am I supposed to teach next week if I can't even do this ?! My head was running. . . Another week came and with it my first lesson.
It turned out well, but I still felt that I had failed and I am an incompetent teacher.