I worry about my students.
I worry that, after all that they've done, the students I've prepped for interview at top universities won't get offers.
I worry that my prospective vet student just won't manage to pull three A grades out of the bag.
I worry that this is my fault for failing to teach him properly.
I worry that trying will do him more harm than good.
I worry that some of my students will slip through my fingers because I'm too busy trying to hold on to some other students.
I worry about the pressure of the HND programme on my frayed nerves.
I worry that Michael Gove is going to do to teachers what Thatcher did to miners.
I worry that it's been so long since I ate proper food that I have a vitamin deficiency.
I worry about why the staff in Domino's know me and Paul by name and our usual order.
I worry that I spend too long at work and not enough time at home with Paul.
I worry that Paul spends too long at work and not enough time at home with me.
I worry about the results.
I worry about the feedback.
I worry about how long I can keep this up.
I worry that Ofsted might be just around the corner.
I worry that I am not, in fact, an excellent teacher, and that all I do is entertain while relying on nothing more than charisma to engage the students.
I worry that I am a charlatan, an imposter, a pretender.
I worry that nothing I do as a teacher is ever good enough.
I worry that I'm too emotionally involved with my students' education.
I worry that one day I'm going to punch a colleague in the defence of one of my students.
I worry about burnout.
I worry that I have slowly regressed to the lifestyle, hours and vices that I had as a PhD student.
I worry about dying young.
I worry that I'm doing this not to impart enthusiasm and knowledge to the next generation but to surround myself with admirers.
I worry that I'm the cool teacher.
I worry that I'm not the cool teacher.
I worry that my hair will break from the bleach and dye.
I worry that underneath the bleach and dye my hair is grey.
I worry for the welfare of the young people I teach.
I worry that they will have their hearts broken.
I worry that sometimes I'm the one who does that.
I worry about worrying.