Everyday in the classroom, I feel like there is so many things to do and very little time.  The pressure cooker in my body is boiling. In the back of my mind, I always feel I am not a good teacher. Providing an explicit lesson that captures students' engagement lingers in my mind.  The feeling of failure is not just in the classroom, its in my everyday life how I'm 35 still living at home. Living in a prison called home, I do not have a voice to address any concerns like discarding dated newspapers or expired meat with fungus.  The simple solution is to throw away the pieces of crap but when the warden yells, belittles you for throwing away these items, or throws a tantrum, I get the feeling of helplessness.