I walked into the classroom with my lesson plan printed, three times over, just in case. I thought I’d feel like I belonged—like all those years of late-night readings and empty coffee cups meant something. But standing in front of those kids, I felt smaller than ever. Every time a student looked bored or confused, I heard my own doubts echoing back at me. My mentor watched from the back, scribbling notes I’d never see. I kept thinking about the loans piling up, the nights I spent convincing myself this was worth it. After school, I sat in my car and stared at the steering wheel. I’m supposed to be shaping futures, but right now, I’m not sure I even have one. #TeachingReality #ImposterSyndrome #Burnout #Education