Boy, I relate to this...
I'm back in college at 46 with teens to twentysomethings, and I had such doubts about what I was doing. I have a year before I start my masters thanks to deadlines, and the classes I'm taking have these sixteen year olds in a special advanced program.
I finally wore myself out worrying, and told myself," I don't care." I did, but I decided to act like I didn't, which was kinda of like turning myself into a giant hyperactive gerbil, which is a stupid analogy, but it's how inane I felt.
Listening to some of the students was amazing. What are they teaching these youngin's? When the prof asked each of us for our name and what we hoped to do in the class, I said," Hi, I'm Rjaye, and I am here to raise the curve."
When I have the teacher laughing, it's total win.
I have to force myself to participate, but if I see one more kid rolling his eyes at the instructor, I'm gonna slap a bi....
Oh, god, I'm channeling my mother. Another problem with growing older.
Is that another thread?
Metta, Rjaye