One thing I have been told over and over again is that expectations can affect everything. I tend to always have overly optimistic expectations about any new endeavor I've started. When I first accepted this teaching position, I imagined the bliss and excitement of affecting students' lives. I imagined the summers off, ignoring the 9 months before actually having the summer off. I imagined that my all of my "honors level" students wouldn't give me any grief and that they all would be overachievers that would always turn in their homework on time.